Porcelain


Forgiveness is all I ask

Reconcile differences from our past

Are you safe in there? I’m spinning over here. Master of destruction in my head

I want to hide

Run far from here

I no longer can face the loss so much loss

And who’s watching me?

And who’s watching you?

I breathe in silence

I cry in silence

My destination is near

The walls crumble and I can be free for once

Don’t forget me love

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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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