Your feelings are like a roller-coaster ride.
One minute you love me.
The next, you’re fighting with me.
You'll love me for a second more, to only hate me with a passion.
You'll yell out my name like I'm a queen.
Just to turn around and say I'm a whore.
You'll make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl alive,
For seconds later, you leave me to feel like I'm utterly completely alone.
You'll tell me the greatest of stories.
To later learn they were all fibs.
It’s a roller-coaster of love, thrills, and chills.
I'm the only passenger.
And I'm only wishing to get off, while I grasp for the ride.
About the Creator
Deborah Portillo
Writing from the edges of my imagination, I create stories for the simple pleasure of exploring what lies beneath the surface of ordinary life. Drawing inspiration from long workdays, unexpected dreams, and shadows of my own subconscious.
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