strangesilenttruths
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Strange&SilentTruths
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This is a page where I write little blobs of randomness that I think of. Mostly free write poetry or little excerpts from books I'll never finish.
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strangesilenttruths · 5 years ago
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What is it about funerals that makes my feelings suddenly go back to the age of 16 when I was truly in love with you? And why does it make me realize all over again that I STILL love you, even after all this time. But you don’t have my insecurities and fear of dying without telling your deepest secrets so, you’ve moved on. And if I tell you now, I fear I will have once and for all lost your friendship. But if I don’t, I fear you or I dying before I can tell you. Tell you that it may be brought on by fear of dying but that you were and somehow still are the greatest love of my life and I lo- no. But instead the fear of losing you before I have to go and leave this hell behind, keeps my secrets within my mind.
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strangesilenttruths · 5 years ago
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Two years have gone by and still I cry over sleepless nights at two a.m. and wish beyond all hope, that I’m not in love with you by the morning.
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strangesilenttruths · 8 years ago
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New #single list:
Just me Jan.
Forever alone feb.
No man mar.
All by myself apr.
Maybe someday may
Justified June
Jacked up July
Always lonely aug.
Sweet serenity sept.
Over it oct.
No bf nov.
Don’t date dec.
-Strange&SilentTruths #2
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strangesilenttruths · 8 years ago
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Being your friend would be easier if I could forget how to love you, or if you would stop looking at me as if you still do.
- Strange&SilentTruths #1
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