November 2010
between the trees.
“as she sits in the corner, face to the floor, she dispels smoke from her lips and slowly floats away with it.
letting go of so much pain.
tears are thick enough to stain the pavement that slowly becomes her bestfriend when she needs to run away.”
“i am seeking, i am striving, i am in it with all my heart.”
nothing.
pain. my chest rips open. just a big empty worthless hole. a healing wound. torn right back open. cold, silent tears roll down my cheek. they sting, because i know how wrong it is. i feel flipped. mixed up. dazed. worthless. hopeless. i want him. i need him. like a drug he is. so delicious. so dangerous. so incredibly wrong of me. the hole keeps ripping as i look at his sinful words....
