writingthethoughtsaway

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“My anger and resentment has been overflowing since I first learned to speak,

and soon after learned that I shouldn’t at all.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I want more lips on my skin,

Even if they are not his.

I want more marks on my body

As if I am wanted.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“- your kiss

Preserved on my skin

As a shadow

A echo of your lips lingering

plainly displayed.

Why do I love to see it?

Why do I hope it takes forever to fade?”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“In moments of insecurity I remind myself,

My personality is a mask built from traits I collected from those I admired.

I may be awkward at times when I fumble my mask and words

But, the mask I wear is a emulation of the traits I value the most.

So, you will never make me question it.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I would have been fine,

If you had just not held me as if you were mine.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“No longer can I pretend to be the me who is always so sure and so confident

The me that woke up in your arms is scared

For a million reasons that don’t make sense

The me that you held

Doesn’t agree with the terms you and confident me set.

Do I want a rating? A better goodbye? Maybe you could have just never left my side?

I would have been fine if you had never held me like you were mine.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“It was a first for me.

But it was also our last.

So, it was a painful first.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“How am I supposed to just move on

When your marks on my skin haven’t even gone?”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“In front of you, all of my walls crumbled.

I knew I had them.

I knew they were so very important to keep

But suddenly I couldn’t remember where the lines were that they had stood on”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I don’t think I could have possibly loved you any more.

And yet…

My everything never seemed to be enough.”

- S. C. C:

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“Who?

Who are you?

Who are you to pretend to know me?

No

Not anymore

No

Not Anymore.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I don’t want someone to own me,

But, sometimes I want someone for my own.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I wish things had ended differently.

I wish I never found out you would never choose me in the end.

I wish I didn’t miss you.

I wish I could let you go.

But, of all the things I could ever wish,

I’ll never wish I could forget you.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“I had a dream about you.

I guess my heart is saying enough time has gone by.

I became so very used to always forgiving in the end.

How do I tell my heart that this time that brokenness is permanent?

How do I break it to my soul that we cannot keep forgiving the unforgivable because we love them?

How do I tell myself that it’s over when I have never listened before?”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“Because of you,

I will forever feel like a foolish child when I try to share what I love.

I will forever feel like a foolish child when I try to share small parts of my heart.

I will forever feel like a foolish child when I’m desperate for someone to love me.

I will forever feel like a foolish child when I hope someone someday somehow will be proud of me.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“Too fearful to look towards the future.

Too pained to remember the past.

Too tired to think about the present.

Instead I find shelter in made up realities.”

- S. C. C.

[writingthethoughtsaway]

“You can keep gas lighting me if you want.

But at the end of the day,

You are the one who said I was unbearable

And I am the one who walked away.”

- S. C. C.