velvet dagger


Like you,I am bitter and resentful. Thankfully, there’s nothing that ties us together. I didn’t expect anything last night but just what it was – to have coffee and conversation but we can’t even do that anymore without you throwing a ‘ velvet dagger.’. I wish you all the best in finding the right person and I’m sorry for just occupying space and time. I don’t want to hear that you love me bc the words have lost their meaning and only angers me at this point. I truly appreciate all that you have done to help me and will always be grateful. I hope you find what you’re looking for.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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