“Skin against skin is what I like best” are the words that have been ringing through my ears this whole time you were gone. What about heart to heart, love to love, promises that were never kept. Sitting alone in my room contemplating a way to fix my life as if it all revolved around you. Sleepless nights seem to be a norm for the broken hearted. Emotional abuse brought out by nobody but the person I thought I loved most, myself. How could one have so much power over a soulless beast that found love for materialistic pleasures and burning everything standing in its way through words like daggers? Your promises now a melody playing through my head, hope turning into burning sorrow and regret, giving life no meaning.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
“Skin against skin is what I like best” are the words that have been ringing through my ears this whole time you were gone. What about heart to heart, love to love, promises that were never kept. Sitting alone in my room contemplating a way to fix my life as if it all revolved around you. Sleepless nights seem to be a norm for the broken hearted. Emotional abuse brought out by nobody but the person I thought I loved most, myself. How could one have so much power over a soulless beast that found love for materialistic pleasures and burning everything standing in its way through words like daggers? Your promises now a melody playing through my head, hope turning into burning sorrow and regret, giving life no meaning.
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