Angelica de Jesus
1,095 Days [02/23/2021]
I didn't realize it. I didn't bother checking the date. I carried on without knowing I ignored the knawing feeling Today was the day.
Days go by like an old grey film lifelike but lack lust of signs of life But weeks and months speed by like a freighter truck on the freeway
Plastered Faces And Beautiful Masks
Plastered Faces and Beautiful Masks Ripped away from the place she loved. Though it had brought much sorrow. Her heart belonged there.
You built me up so high, just to break me down. Your harsh words were like the flames upon Pompeii You watch me burn, you watched me suffocate.
Those kisses are so light. Like butterflies, they landed upon my lips. Like butterflies, they were poisonous. Those kisses, so dangerous.
Even today when I look into the mirror I see her with me Lost is what I feel when I dream of that small girl A soft smile on her lips but something is awry
Sweetheart, stop. Stop trying to pretend. Stop scrubbing your flushing skin under the scalding waters from above. You are clean now, so come clean now
Six months ago the world seemed to stop Time did not exist, just acknowledge as a concept that existed Work was done in the brightening hours of the next day