A song is playing.
The kind that makes me wish
I were in love.
That nagging thought tells me
I'm not in love with you
after all.
I'm going to have
to let you go.
I'm going to cry over this.
17.2.15
Most people's opinion of me Is trapped Somewhere between Kindness and cruelty. When it tips In favour Of either side, That's when they're always Wrong.
The biggest surprise of all
was the absence of guilt.
No remorse
found root within me
instead
only an everpresent recognition
of things being seperate from you.
Of teeth barely grazing
my skin.
