i want to scream. i shall only halt when the windows rupture from their sills and the floor begins to shake. only then will i be able to go about my day.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
i never knew the concept of forgiveness would be so hard to grasp. but now i know that i can hold a grudge like a child. and in that melodrama i am proud.
how tragic it is, that my own brain poisons itself.
there is hate brewing in my bones. i do not believe it will stop until you are laid to rest.
the bed groans under you weight as you slip in bed. warning me that it’s not just me, but that you smell like another woman.
i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.
i feel like myself again. i don’t know if i should be proud or terrified.