he said that he still loved me
and desperately I said I still loved him too
"not too much I hope though"
**because *** and love are two different things**
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
You said it yourself....
You never want me again,
You never want to love me again.
You never could....
Even if you tried.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
i held onto something that never really mattered to you
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Unspoken thoughts.
They haunt my breath.
This dehydration of words is blistering between my teeth,
but i do not wish to harm you, my love.
A smile cracks from the side of my lip;
Manipulated, misunderstood,
you do not embrace me.
Striving to be sane, you torment my mind, my love.
I'll create an image for you.
A false face of untrue form, and a figure you can scrutinize.
But none of this will makeup for what you've done, my love.
These unspoken thoughts,
saturated emotions.
I'll pretend to be unharmed,
just for you, my love.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
It creep-ed up on me.
Like a dampness in my bones,
or a shadow in the many cracks of my skin.
This eerie breeze found its way between my existence, and my uncertainty.
Repetition in my mind,
a wobbling and restless insanity,
and it ate away at me.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC