Madness


This is madness……..the way I can’t stop missing you. Each day that goes by and we don’t speak, I keep telling myself I’m fine and one day this won’t hurt. I keep telling myself that its better off this way because even just a friendship seems to be too much for us. I keep telling myself this is what’s best for the both of us. The heart doesn’t lie though. Each day that goes by and we don’t speak feels like another wasted and meaningless day for me.

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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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