Apparently my life needs some sort of undesired consistency... An inadvertent pattern of being perused, subdued, and then emotionally misused.
It's like I've been strapped back into the same ominous rollercoaster ride... And I'm grasping at another unreliable safety belt...Just praying not to be lost in its' imminent spiral... But knowing I may be.
My mirror must just be mistaken. It's flimsy glass full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. It just has to be the reason why that the beautiful girl you see... Is nowhere close to the same girl that's appearing only to me.
It's funny to me how quickly I became so appealing to you... And then just as fast... I became as unsatisfying as the lonely soggy cheerio in your bowl of old spoiled milk.
Why does you have to move so stubbornly fast? I feel as if I'm just watching you silently slipping away from me... Like precious grains in my own hourglass.
Tonight I stood crying silent tears in the shower, my anger and sadness mixed in with the water. When I stepped out and dried myself off in the mirror, my eyes held emotions that couldn't be clearer. They held the hatred for him and all he did upon me, including the revenge in my head...I … Continue reading Steaming
Go ahead. Bottle up your broken promises and empty oaths... Seal it tight with glue made from your ghosts. Hide it safe and don't ever let it shatter... Your words to me will never fucking matter.
My heart and head were at a constant war and it was anything but civil... Just a moral confusion battlefield with me wandering lost in the middle.
Patchouli, sandalwood, musk and cigarette smoke. Seemingly simple scents... That transport me right back into my memories with you.
I want to put it on paper and write it all out, Because nothing sounds right when it comes from my mouth.