I love the feel of the sun, but prefer the light from the moon. Crystals vibrating so strong in a view undone. Politely nudging the streams of your tears; a soft spoken whisper was all you needed to hear. As the mist came to unfold, we knew that you'd soon be gone. So we left home too.
I look like death itself; am I her demonic incarnation. Perhaps one of god's own fallen angels
14/2-15
15/2-15
PATHETIC
But I've been lied to often
I've been lying to myself to protect the fragile heart of mine,
and now here I am
still in love with the same guy that I have had
absolutely no contact with at all for more than four years now
And
I had sex for the first time in september last year
with my best friends boyfriends closest friend.
I wasn't attracted to him
but sick of the thought of wandering around
as a hollow shell.
And here I am
more hollow
more lost
scared shitless
of why the thoughts of him
never cease.
And now
my arms and parts of my body are full of lines
that ones were ruby
and now is pure white.
BLOODSHOT RED
When I try to be nostalgic, in a daze where hope is dominating, I always want to create memories that haven't even ocurred.
Her eyes is a chocolate brown that warms your soul when she looks at you, at least that is what I know from pictures and memories from years back.
I think that the last time I met her was a couple of years ago and I can't even recall the occasion, and when I finally called her a couple of weeks ago we thought she was dying and it only lasted a couple of minutes.
And now the dust is running quickly through our fingers again, and she is but a speck of memories that's floating around in my mind and sometimes I wonder; is she really a person, not just a figment of my imagination?
But then I see my father sit up late at night, crying as he pours himself his seventh glass of wine and gushing it down with another beer can.
And my stepmother discretly lets me know that she has been through it all, and it's more horrible to her and that I am the one to be strong, that I'm the one to carry the family because they are closer to her.
My heart breaks and I don't know what to do. I've been crying for over an hour and my pillow is dripping wet and my face is puffy,
my eyes bloodshot red.
uAnd there are people I could talk to, but I know some won't care and others shouldn't be bothered with these kinds of things even though they are the ones who listen the most, because its one of those special friends birthday today and she's already in a tough spot, but so am I, but I can hide it better and fixate my face so that it's a constant bitter one with a twisted smile on the edges.
But others can't do that,
and what saddens me is that I've gotten so good at it that I myself sometimes won't notice how depressed I am.