It’s sad when you keep glimpsing out of the window hoping that he has come to see you as a surprise and knowing that he’s not going to.
This world moves too fast for some people.
When life hands you lemons,
go fuck yourself.
And then she put her head in her hands,
and prayed for a different life…
I am conflicted. I am torn. I am selfish. I am lustful. I am weak. I am at large regretful, yet at times I am satisfied.
I am human.
I come from a family of people who want what they can’t have, who don’t know how to communicate their feelings well, who don’t strive in the right ways. I am a person who looks into the past often, who lives in the now, and doesn’t see far into the future. I am unfocused. I am not secure. I am hunting, searching, for a good place, at least in my mind. Nobody sees the inside of his scattered mind.
Wanting without needing
Is a certain kind of hell.
Desire and temptation
Anguish at the forefront.
Here I am in hell,
Ready for my visit to end.
But I am the one
Holding the key.
When you’ve long since moved on,
Then years later
he says that he actually did love you.