Simple, really.
This thing we have.
Quite silly.
With each back stab.
The hate built up within your eyes.
It's at this moment, I realize...
I love you?
Oh, hell no.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Is it weird, that I sit here, thinking about the now?
Thoughts are cleared, and I might fear, that I'm lost somehow?
In this moment, I feel alive, and it's rather freeing.
But I'm broken, and I'm deprived, how am I so late to seeing?
Fear sets in, mind starts to race, and my heart beats faster.
I begin, "I don't like this place," but I stop with no answer.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC