- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
~𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹~
WHY I feel HOW I feel
~~~~~~~~~~~~ But I never thought of it that way, A love that stayed. Why did you feel like you wasted, Love~ You made me feel, Worthless~ You showed me that I wasn't, A burden to keep, I found our truth to be, Hope~ Which I know you never understood, You never saw it the same way I did.
I don't want to kill you
There's an unknown hand in the darkness. That's it, I can't describe it to you. It's just a hand, that's unknown and it's in darkness. All I can really tell you about this hand is that it seems very passionate about my stomach. As if there's a surprise hiding beneath me like it's ready to open a jack in a box. I wonder why this unknown hand likes my stomach so much. I like that name, unknown hand.
It Never Mattered
~~~~~~~~~~ I was learning to be stronger, For you~ But it obviously wasn't good enough... Or I'm not good enough? If only I had one more chance, For you~ To take me back to the first day I met you, To bring back that feeling of love, Even though you still mistook my kindness for weakness, And now you've left, None of it matters, You teased me into thinking I could change myself, For you~ Even though you never quite loved me.
Orange Juice and Vodka
TW: Sensitive topic ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ryan unsteadily walks to his room. He wobbles with every move he conducts while his vision is blurry and has a bottle of water in his left hand. He can't even hold the bottle properly. He reaches for the doorknob to his room and twists it without any direction. "Control it, control it, control it."
Shove the food down, not love
I loved receiving princess treatment from Leo. He treated me like I mattered, like I had a place in this wreckage world. Leo had been my 3rd boyfriend since starting at my new job. Maybe 3 is my lucky number, or well not so lucky for him.
Where are you, Deliliah?
Time is crucial. Believe me, I've been sitting here around long enough witnessing how quickly things change. Change has to be the scariest thing for a person. It is like a gust of wind that sweeps through one's soul, stirring up emotions and thoughts that were once dormant. I mean hey, I watched a little girl who admired my entertaining skills, grow up into a teenager who forgot about me and left me to die. Let me explain...