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.
there's a striking resemblance to what i feel when the subway train comes, and what i feel when you do. a fear. fear of falling down on the rails, just as the train would pass. fear of falling in your arms, of falling in love too fast. an exhilaration. of when the wind of its… Continue reading subway trains and you
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 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
I would say one should not only show affection and appreciation to Mothers only on Mother's Day but every day but then we don't want to be a buzzkill, aye? Let's just celebrate and be jolly! Happy MOM's Day to all your wonderful moms! This day you should double up the show of affection and… Continue reading Mom’s Day
As someone who creeps and lives in the interweb for most of my waking hours, I've gone to know an awful lot of people and became friends with them. Some closer than others, some I trust with my fears and self-doubts. But of course, it's only normal to realize some of them are different than… Continue reading Friends are happiness