There are days I ponder the what if’s I try to limit this mind game I put myself in, but it drags me back down from the future to the past. The spiral starts to begin and it begins fast. I torture myself for no good reason. This headspace is what I feel comfortable in. I stop myself before it progresses. These spirals are reminders that my demons need to be fed, even though they only exist in my head. I learned a valuable lesson, you must not keep them in the basement and left there to be forgotten. They will find a way to lure you back in. Keep them close and well fed. Don’t give in to what they want you to do. Remember they want to be let loose, they want to run around in your head untamed. You must remind them that it is you who controls this game!
I looked at you, you smiled at me. Let's play. I feel the need to redeem my last critique. Let's play. I asked you once, well maybe twice but you chose to tell me no. No? What an L that felt for someone pretty as me. Yes I'm that girl with no remorse. I'm that woman who's ready to roar. You're still telling me no? That's alright baby, you're just another girl.
raggid sharp points cutting skin and flesh graising what you once held soft nimble fingers, which now tightly grip my neck life leaving my eyes as i see the passion burn in yours heart racing your silohette leaving distant memorys of which i wont live to remember your hands look so much bigger in fists but i guess it just goes to show everything is bigger in texas