Welcome to the inner-workings of my mind.
Please respect my words, for I am fragile.
...
and that day her eyes became soul-less
because her heart was torn to pieces
and she never thought it’d hurt this much,
but it did.
the pain gnawed at her like a demon inside her body
and there was nothing to make it go away.
the pain was etched on her face like a stained glass window in a church
and then like that, the pain vanished
but not because it was gone
but because she didn’t feel it anymore
she had nothing left to feel.
her smile turned to a grimace,
and her eyes lost their sparkle.
their words made her heart stone-cold
its like she was dead,
while still being alive.
and nothing could’ve ever been more painful than being so dead in a world that was so alive.
-g. m. a
because her heart was torn to pieces
and she never thought it’d hurt this much,
but it did.
the pain gnawed at her like a demon inside her body
and there was nothing to make it go away.
the pain was etched on her face like a stained glass window in a church
and then like that, the pain vanished
but not because it was gone
but because she didn’t feel it anymore
she had nothing left to feel.
her smile turned to a grimace,
and her eyes lost their sparkle.
their words made her heart stone-cold
its like she was dead,
while still being alive.
and nothing could’ve ever been more painful than being so dead in a world that was so alive.
-g. m. a
10:46PM
one day you’ll remember me,
you’ll remember the conversations we used to have until 3am;
when we had to whisper through the phone
because I could hear the floor boards in my house creaking
like an old rusty door
and I told you it was because my parents were awake.
you’ll also remember how we stopped talking for months,
and when you tried reaching out to me again I ignored every attempt.
but I can assure you, what you wont remember
is everything that I do.
you won’t remember why we stopped talking,
and maybe that’s because you thought
texting me an “I’m sorry” would at the very least fix it,
or make me forget.
but a girl never forgets when a boy breaks her heart.
so if you remember me as you chug a cheap bear from the corner liquor store
that reeks of sweat and musk,
I beg you to remember, it was you who broke my heart.
and it took several cuts, and sleepless nights to mend that poor girl.
but even mended, her heart turned so cold it burns,
and even the most up-to-date tracking system won’t locate it,
so don’t you bother.
let me go, move on.
and please
I beg of you,
for both of our sake,
don’t try contacting me again.
and please, when you remember me,
remember the chapter of us is over
close the book.
and remember not all fairy tales have a happily ever after.
one day you’ll remember me,
you’ll remember the conversations we used to have until 3am;
when we had to whisper through the phone
because I could hear the floor boards in my house creaking
like an old rusty door
and I told you it was because my parents were awake.
you’ll also remember how we stopped talking for months,
and when you tried reaching out to me again I ignored every attempt.
but I can assure you, what you wont remember
is everything that I do.
you won’t remember why we stopped talking,
and maybe that’s because you thought
texting me an “I’m sorry” would at the very least fix it,
or make me forget.
but a girl never forgets when a boy breaks her heart.
so if you remember me as you chug a cheap bear from the corner liquor store
that reeks of sweat and musk,
I beg you to remember, it was you who broke my heart.
and it took several cuts, and sleepless nights to mend that poor girl.
but even mended, her heart turned so cold it burns,
and even the most up-to-date tracking system won’t locate it,
so don’t you bother.
let me go, move on.
and please
I beg of you,
for both of our sake,
don’t try contacting me again.
and please, when you remember me,
remember the chapter of us is over
close the book.
and remember not all fairy tales have a happily ever after.
words dripped from your lips like warm honey and stung me like burning venom.
I hope that the taste of my cotton candy lipgloss always lingers on your lips,
so that years from now when you’re kissing her,
I know you’ll still be thinking of me.
her eyes were bright like the sun,
her hair fell over her delicate pale shoulders like a cascade,
her hips swayed like a hurricane,
but nothing was more beautiful than her lips, which kissed my face like sweet rain
she was delicately and dangerously made,
something only mother nature could carefully create,
yet something man could so easily and recklessly break.
her hair fell over her delicate pale shoulders like a cascade,
her hips swayed like a hurricane,
but nothing was more beautiful than her lips, which kissed my face like sweet rain
she was delicately and dangerously made,
something only mother nature could carefully create,
yet something man could so easily and recklessly break.
your mouth dripped words like venom,
yet they tasted like honey when we kissed.
yet they tasted like honey when we kissed.
