Love
I love you. But I’m not in love with you. I like you. More than anyone I have before. To break it down in primitive words. Is so limiting. So
Just say when
I love you. But I’m not in love with you. I like you. More than anyone I have before. To break it down in primitive words. Is so limiting. So
The inevitable, is inevitable. No use in trying. It was going to happen anyway. It happened anyway. So why try to stop it anyway. It’s inevitable, the inevitable. What’s the
I know it’s not true.It’s something you wouldn’t do.I know it’s just a lie.All they want to do is see me cry.Why.Did it all have to be this complicated.Oh why.I
Stained red. My lips. A mark. Of something I’m ashamed of. Started off innocent. Ended up somewhere else. I don’t know. I forget. I omit. I can’t remember. The details.
Little dot. Black and hidden. Why do you taunt. Why do you exist. You make the mightiest fall. You make the strongest crumble. Slightly bigger little dot. Black and rotten.
Build. Brick by brick. Take little pieces of yourself. To make it real. And take little pieces of someone else. To make it even better. Fail. Along the way. So
We are all creatures of habit. It seems like I’m even more so. There is this thing in my core-being. Something that people love. Yet at the same time love
There is this smile. One that says he is fine. One that says he is okay. But it is fake. So let us look closer. There are the words he says. Words of encouragement. Words that
2 of 5: Frying Pan Chronicles. She drops the frying pan. There’s no time to wipe her fingerprints. She doesn’t worry if she gets caught. She wants people to know
1 of 5. Frying Pan Chronicles. He steps into the room, not knowing he’s not alone. He pours a glass of whiskey, neat; but only because he always forgets to