April 2012
“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The...”
– Robin Williams (via saddest-summer)
“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes...”
– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via loveyourchaos)
Lost.
He won’t let me in, maybe he doesn’t know how to. He’s a lost boy, a brick wall. He’s carrying something around that is heavy and he won’t let me hold it, not even for a second. I wish I could find a way to get in, a way to push my way through without pushing him away. He’s scared and I want to comfort him, he won’t allow it. I cannot penetrate the...
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The Poison.
He’s the poison in me that makes me shake in my shoes, it makes me weak at the knees, it makes me feel used.
He’s the devil inside, the one telling me ‘yes!,’ the one feeding the fire, for him, I’m holding my breath.
He’s the fear I can feel, the tremble that wakes, the martyr of doom, not the true but the fake.
I starve myself for him but he only takes more, he’s the pit in...
