35


I still think of you every now and then

A distant memory perhaps you can’t recall

I remember that day all too well

Your eyes were hollow

You could careless

I felt so lonely in your company

I wonder if you have ever felt such pain

It’s a constant ache

An addiction

A reminder I have lost

A reminder that you cut me off

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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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