Canker sore


I didn’t think that I was capable of feeling love again then enter —.

We met online, okStupid and I wished I would of listened to my friends.

I was the back up plan, the option.  
I ignored all instinct and like a dog loyal to its master I begged for attention.

Off and on like a light switch. It was difficult. It hurt us. We tried and degress to a friendship, yet with benefits. The perks ended abruptly when her ex returned to town and moved two feet across. The deceit ate me slowly. Each day, I died alittle more. 

I wish I never met her. I didn’t think that I was capable of feeling hurt again then exit —.

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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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