sometimes, i stop kidding myself and i look up at the blank ceiling.
on these nights i let my mind wander, i think back to all of the memories i have repressed; the good, the bad, the ones i try hardest to forget.
and it is on these nights that i truly immerse myself into the child i once was — the lonely child who was constantly ridiculed and betrayed by those she loved most.
i think back to when i was happy, or to when i thought i was happy.
flashes of brightness, smiles and laughter.
fake.
like him.
for how could i forget how he made me feel, and how i thought he felt the same?
he was like a storm, a whirlwind of spontaneousness and raw emotion; but truly like a storm, he wreaked havoc and destroyed everything in his path.
me.
i open my eyes, my bloodshot eyes, and remember why i became this way.
i got lost in the storm.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
sometimes, i stop kidding myself and i look up at the blank ceiling.
on these nights i let my mind wander, i think back to all of the memories i have repressed; the good, the bad, the ones i try hardest to forget.
and it is on these nights that i truly immerse myself into the child i once was — the lonely child who was constantly ridiculed and betrayed by those she loved most.
i think back to when i was happy, or to when i thought i was happy.
flashes of brightness, smiles and laughter.
fake.
like him.
for how could i forget how he made me feel, and how i thought he felt the same?
he was like a storm, a whirlwind of spontaneousness and raw emotion; but truly like a storm, he wreaked havoc and destroyed everything in his path.
me.
i open my eyes, my bloodshot eyes, and remember why i became this way.
i got lost in the storm.
to the one i love
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