Friday, April 12, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Les Reflets
Worthless. Self-doubting. Useless. Undeserving. Unfathomable. Inept.
All of these things you made me feel, were nothing more than reflections of your own flaws.
All of these things you made me feel, were nothing more than reflections of your own flaws.
Lessons Learned.
Love is a blessing.
Love is a curse.
Your love will hurt you,
Lest you hurt it first.
Love is a curse.
Your love will hurt you,
Lest you hurt it first.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Incapable
I'm sorry I expect so much of you.
I'm sorry I forget that you are incapable of dealing with your own feelings, let alone mine as well.
I'm sorry that I'm such a self-loathing pessimist who needs reassurance of her own self worth.
I'm sorry that I doubt you because I have no reason to believe in myself.
But what I'm most sorry for, is the fact that I'm not fucking sorry at all.
Nor should I be.
I'm sorry I forget that you are incapable of dealing with your own feelings, let alone mine as well.
I'm sorry that I'm such a self-loathing pessimist who needs reassurance of her own self worth.
I'm sorry that I doubt you because I have no reason to believe in myself.
But what I'm most sorry for, is the fact that I'm not fucking sorry at all.
Nor should I be.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Le Livre
It's not just that we aren't on the same page.
We're in an entirely different fucking book.
We're in an entirely different fucking book.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Too much.
There's just too many thoughts, fighting for dominance.
My head is a battleground, and there are no winners.
I'm at odds with everyone around me, even myself.
And I wish, oh, how I wish, it would all just....
Stop.
My head is a battleground, and there are no winners.
I'm at odds with everyone around me, even myself.
And I wish, oh, how I wish, it would all just....
Stop.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Once Again.
I've come out feeling like the bad guy. I've made myself look mean, and unreasonable. I'm still frightened of being with you. Because you're making me feel all these things. Because I'd managed to keep them locked up for months on end. Because I hate feeling like the horrible person I do now. I have never been so uncertain about anything in my entire life as I am about you and I. Not being in control of this scares me to death. I meant it when I said I hate you sometimes. I hate you because you manage to highlight the things I hate most about myself. But it's the kind of hate that makes me want to slap you hard across the face, and then hold your head in my hands and kiss you until I can't breathe. Until I collapse into you. I have never felt so passionately about anyone else but you, and even if that means sometimes I feel like I never want to see you again, I know that at the end of the day, if I find myself wrapped in your arms, I will be happy. And I will be yours.
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