The pain inside Begins to fluctuate As it increases and decreases Each time you walk by. I feel an endless amount of guilt Plague me against the wall, Trapping me from escaping back into his arms Where I feel safe and secure. I hate the fact that you are stealing him away Because that isContinue reading “Hurting Inside”
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Painful Words
The sting of your words Throws me off. I never could believe That you would say Those painfully striking words Ever to me. Now I kind of wonder If you even believe Those previous words You say to me Every morning and night Before I leave. In the night, The intense pain attacks me again.Continue reading “Painful Words”
Losing You
The intense squeeze Is the last I remember Because the presence Is no longer here. Repeating the past Is an exhausting task. I cannot stand to fathom Recalling all the previous times. The worry I feel at night Is immeasurable to the pain in my heart. Losing you is like losing a puzzle piece. AnotherContinue reading “Losing You”
Remembering You
The photos on my shelf Will forever remind me of you. If I try to ignore it, The photos always find a way to remind me of you. I sometimes walk by and avoid looking at them But the photos always win. I sometimes mentally curse myself because I always give in, Allowing the photosContinue reading “Remembering You”
The Loss of Happiness
The joy fades With the never leaving impression That something is missing. My happiness… I sometimes search for it daily with the hope That one day it’ll find its way back to me. But it never does. My happiness… The emptiness I feel Is deepening the void That is there without the missing thing fillingContinue reading “The Loss of Happiness”
Missing Fairytale
The dream flashes before my eyes As I remember how our love Is a fairytale. But, now no more… That is never in fairytales But maybe because it is shut somewhere Deep, deep down. Our love is no more. The fairytale ending I am no longer able to see Is now a distant memory AndContinue reading “Missing Fairytale”
My Tedious Life
I lay on the bed Staring up at the dome window Into space. The next day, I walk into the library And borrow my books for class. Apathy feels my heart As I have nothing to do And this is my tedious life, day in and day out.
Salty
I’m salty? Do you think before you speak? Do you know my life? Do you know me at all? I’m salty? Have you ever wondered why I’m acting this way? Have you ever wondered what the reason may be? Have you ever wondered to ask me why? I’m salty? Did I lose a close friend?Continue reading “Salty”
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