Long nights,
longer days,
blur together
disheveling my thoughts,
leaving my mind in a disarray
coating the bathroom mirror.
Stifled screams of your name,
or maybe its mine,
herding my thoughts
into small fences
offering me two choices
to feel,
or not to feel.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
Long nights,
longer days,
blur together
disheveling my thoughts,
leaving my mind in a disarray
coating the bathroom mirror.
Stifled screams of your name,
or maybe its mine,
herding my thoughts
into small fences
offering me two choices
to feel,
or not to feel.
Relationships and their statuses can be tricky for me. Even establishing emotions toward another being can barely be done without tornados blowing through my brain's decision-making department. How do you trust someone without the ability of trusting yourself?
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