The kiss- Oh that one kiss, It changed my life Forever. It had been six months. Six long months since I knew I wanted you. I needed you. I craved you. Six suffocating months of swallowing my feelings, Feigning hate because admitting my love for you was just too hard. You didn’t want me. I had to not want you either… Six months. Then, You … Continue reading The Kiss
Spiraling Into madness. My brain So anomalistic Idiosyncratic Unparagoned Encumbered. It hurts Oh how it hurts. My thoughts Cut through my mind Sharp Painful Bloody… I’m bleeding. A cocaphony In my brain. Loud, confusing, caustic. I’m spiraling Down Down Deeper still. Indelicate black tunnels Pull me farther in. I can’t see now. I feel the ghosts Of my past Tug at me. I’m pulling apart. … Continue reading Spiraling
Talk to me Say something One word Just one Please… I need – I need to know Where you stand With me. Say something. What do you feel, What do you think, What have I done wrong… I want to explode I want to rip my hair out One by one. These thoughts They attack me Like a swarm of bees Like a hurricane Like … Continue reading Talk to Me
You don’t see me. You see your expectations of me. You see a version of me that you want, Or expect me to be. They say “She’s a whore”, “She’s dumb” “She’s a bitch” “She’s selfish”… You don’t see me. I don’t fit into a box, I’m hard to understand, I’m uniquely me. The world refuses to see me. Refuses to even try to understand my heart … Continue reading See Me
Magnets. They pull together. One is drawn towards the other. It is their nature. You hold the magnets just close enough, you can’t pull them apart. The draw is too strong. We pulled apart. It felt unnatural. Sudden. Yet, the draw is there. You came back. I never left. We tried so hard to move one, to live our lives apart. But now, … Continue reading Magnets
Glass hearts, so fragile, so easy to break. Broken glass. My heart is shattered. Shards of broken pieces stab my insides. Moving forward hurts. Moving backwards hurts more. Maybe I love the feeling of pain. Maybe I love brokenness and depression because it makes me feel something. Maybe I love getting hurt over and over again because I deserve it. Maybe I love giving a … Continue reading Glass
What is going on? First you love me, you make me feel special, happy… Then you realize you need to work on yourself. Okay fine, I’ll be here with you through the process. But wait, it gets better! You get back with your ex right after you rip my heart out with your words. I cried myself to sleep for days on end. I felt … Continue reading What are you doing? What am I thinking?