for christmas i got a mind full of rage and a body labeled as a sex object. i guess i was worse this year than i thought.
my life is tied to your in the strongest of knots. no terrors could unravel us. you are too tangled into the depth of my soul.
in march, time goes at a steady pace, but tomorrow it will be october and i will have not spoken to you since february and i will forget that i have ever spoken to you.
you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
i’m losing myself. can’t you tell?
you’ve ruined my life. i will say i love you until i am hoarse. i will kiss you until my lips are raw. i will cry for you until i cry a river. i will hold you until my arms can no longer hold themselves up. i will miss you until the sun sinks into the sky for the final time.
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.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
“i am a good person,” i start. the entire crowd erupts into laughter. because they know it is a joke. they know who i truly am.