the window no one barely sees;

Doesn’t it seem like just a word when you say it? Opportunity. The word itself seemed lightweight, rolling down your tongue so easily. Yet the word is packed with a million possibilities locked away from us by a wall. A tall metal impenetrable wall most people call fear.

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static

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.

she-wolf

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

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

past/present

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

a disaster

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