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flashbacks
silence is a virtue
violence as a mean to control
damaged goods
thoughts repeating over and over
pasting itself onto the old wounds
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Disappointed.
I am. Disappointed.
All the dreams that came over me.
Who whispers the truth?
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feels like a dream of what happened to me
feels like a dream of what I did with them
feels like a dream of what I used to do
feels like a dream
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She came over as we are preparing for a feast. Found me in a crowd. Kissed my forehead as if Im still a child. Caressed me as if I’d move further away. She asked about the films as if curiosity struck her to fill the void between us. She was there. And we walked. I barely saw her head. An embarrassment. Tenderness. Pity.
I no longer want it.
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they werent here when i was struggling
they werent here when i was crying alone
they werent here when i was puking my guts out in the toilet
they werent here when i was hurting the most
they werent here when i slept alone
they werent here
so
why should they have the right to reclaim me?
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i am wanted for who I am. What i am.
Let me be loved for what I am. Who I am.
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she is obsessed with me
she says she is in love with me
when did it start?
what do i want with her now?
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너가 뭘 하겠니
이딴 생각, 이딴 말을 하시는 분,
어릴 적에 받은 트라우마,
손가락질하는 내 성격 탓
그게 다 누구 때문에 그런건데,
지 말만 지꺼리고
언제까지나
본인이 맞다 생각하는
그렇고 그런 사람
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“If it is destroying you then it is not love my dear.”
— Unknown
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어떻게 되는 걸까
글쎄.
S는 날 진심으로 걍 친구라고 생각한다
나는?
글쎄, 친구라고 하기엔 만난 루트가 애초부터 이상하다
관심있나?
딱히. 내 타입 아니다. 두근거리지도 않는다.
근데, 왜 갑정뚝인가?
글쎄,
더 이상 궁금한게 없다.
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