i never could fathom the thought of this, but i swear, when my lips lock with yours i can taste the next sixty years of my life
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
"Forgiven for the mistakes I've made;
so many times in anger and rage, broken your heart
and begged for a new start.
Only to fall short, shutting the door once more.
You say, "if you truly love me, let me go!"
As much as it hurts, I know this to be true.
But by chance you let me in,
I will never utter
those hateful words again.
For instead I will read this poem so your heart
will never feel blue.
And this is my promise to you."
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Never once in my life have I gotten to experience the ultimate gratitude of being well put together, there has always been something emotionally wrecking away at my soul - breaking me down and forcing me to deal with these constant misfortunes.
Due to this eternal sadness, I haven't been able to figure myself out, even slightly.
I don't even know who I am.
And I sure as hell don't know what I want.
Say, if you were to sit me down and force me to explain my complex thoughts to you, I'd probably just utter jumbled sentence fragments.
And why is that?
I'd like to assume it's because internally I'm incomplete and misunderstood, a lot like the utterance of - sentence fragments.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC