there are just one too many ways i can silence these voices, kill my demons, end this madness— but i choose not to. for killing them means killing me. and killing me means leaving you— i can't have that.
it's all static noise now, ever since you left. i stare at the empty space beside me, and my agony couldn't be kept. i screamed and i screamed, and i clawed at my throat, but the noise of your absence couldn't be drowned out. it went on and on; a single, devastating note. - s.c.m.
Read this when you feel nothing. And by nothing, I mean everything at once. When the walls you’ve slowly built around your fragile heart have been bombarded yet again by the painful words. When you thought you were strong enough to just ignore them, but still, the walls crumble, still, the walls… Continue reading for when you feel nothing
i was reminded of how fragile it all was, of how little time we had, of how delicate the love we share is— i was thrown back to reality so fast, that there was no question; our love was not meant to last. i was reminded of how imperfect we both are, of how impossible… Continue reading summer
she doesn't cry gently, she wasn't fit for those lines in the books, where the girls silently weep, still keeping utmost grace and poise she cries like a child, loud and messy, and in a way, it was more painful to watch, because you can see her ripping to pieces, her cries and sobs like… Continue reading she doesn’t cry gently
she is vicious; always on her toes, she attacks anyone who comes too close she is rabid, she is wild, she's full of wonder like a child she is untamed; she has no rules to follow she doesn't bend around a norm, for the norm is afraid to be swallowed by her ecletic views and… Continue reading she-wolf
you don't get it; i said i won't leave and there's nothing you can do that would make me go you think after one breakdown, that after i see your broken form— your real self, naked and bare— i would leave. you think when i witness your demons wreaking havoc and your struggle for control,… Continue reading you don’t get it
fall on your knees and tell me you're sorry, sounds like an order but it's more like a plea regret what you did and tell me you'll change, promise me your heart and all the blood in your veins erase her name, her kisses, and her touch from your memory, and i would try to… Continue reading fall
sometimes she's the past; a lingering aftertaste of the wine you had yesterday, a flashback of emotions you felt when you drowned as a kid, a familiar smell you never could describe. sometimes she's the present, full of spontaneity, shallow breaths and quick heartbeats, she bursts with life and carries around a vibrant aura, she… Continue reading past/present
we are a disaster when our lips touch, an earth-shaking explosion that comes in a rush our eyes serve as the trigger and our bodies are the bombs, we detonate through each other's words— sweet nothings slipping from our tongues our hands are literal hand grenades, making sensations explode in each other's skin upon contact… Continue reading a disaster