I didn't think it would happen so soon, I swear I was just still using a Zune. I look back and see all the trauma and flaws, But also the triumphs that deserve an applause. There's memories I love and some that I hate, Yet all of them now I know were my fate. The years have gone fast but still seemingly slow, To end that rough chapter I needed to outgrow. So now here I am the day is arriving, To be thirty, still flirty, and continually thriving.
Helpless, she lays awake in the dangers of darkness with a lonely mind trying to rebel. Hopeless, she forces sleep upon herself to prevent the outcome that she knows all too well.
Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look into themselves.
There it is... The inevitable feeling of constriction and suffocation from nothing more than my own intrusive thoughts... I almost missed it.
Feels like a atomic bomb has detonated inside my head causing every single cell in my body to implode so I can absorb every ounce of light and sound that surrounds me.
I’m Being Honest
You're unmistakably ignorant and completely immature... So honestly I can't think of anything, that I like about you anymore.
My inadvertent pattern of being pursued, subdued, and then emotionally misused.
It's like I've been strapped back into the same ominous rollercoaster ride... And I'm grasping at another unreliable safety belt... Just praying not to be lost in its' imminent spiral... But knowing I may be.
My mirror must be defective. It's flimsy glass must be full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. That must be the reason why the girl that everyone sees... Is nowhere close to the same girl that my mirror shows to me.
It’s funny to me
how quickly I became
so appealing to you…
And then just as fast…
I became as unsatisfying
as a lonely, soggy cheerio
in a bowl of old, spoiled milk.
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