relationships
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The moon knew before I did How I really felt about him. Casting him in its light I saw something that I’ve never seen before I saw the truth in its rarest form I saw a man so passionate about something that it radiated from his skin His words were filled with wonder and awe
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There’s a bittersweet feeling that fills my chest. My lungs collapse and I feel every single breath. It’s the words of a man who claims to be a lover. A lover that I don’t want. A lover that I need. His proposition terrifies me. It hasn’t even been a month since my forever love fell
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I seek comfort in A garden that will not grow A place where love dies.
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A mistake from the past has returned to haunt me. And you’re the one I want to turn to. The one that could make things right with their presence. I searched for something to ground me. The voicemail I refuse to delete. Your voice was full of concern or so I thought. Really it was
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I didn’t like what I created. I was given the gift of another’s heart But I decided to chip away at it slowly. Insecurities permeated every facet of my being. All I could do was leave. But I couldn’t. So I poured the poison filling my mind into the heart of my love. He stood
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The “love of my life” walked out on me. During a moment of great need. The coward. Protecting himself was always his strong suit. I never mattered anyway. Another man tiptoed into my life. But he was an imperfect copy of my love. There were only pieces of what made me fall in love with
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I want to go back to the beginning. Back to when things were new. Every experience felt like paradise. I was consumed by the joy of the moment You were truly an escape. A love to get lost in and with. The fantasy of a mundane life. The person I wanted to come home to
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I loved you from the day I met you And that was my fault. I was running from a phantom Of a person I never really knew. I thought that this could be my tabula rasa. Prayed for a clean slate. Experienced new things. The highs were too great. I couldn’t handle the pressure. Things
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The feelings have returned after a long night. A phone call recounting events of the year gone by. The memory of a tragic incident has crept into my bones. I’m not okay. Remember me as who I was before it happened.
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You are someone I can’t understand. Your thoughts go to places where I’m not sure even you can follow. Forgetting the simplest of tasks. Disassociation never looked so good.
Trapped In The Margins 