Quiet Confession
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
I threw love at him. Scooped it up in all of its syrupy, unfound muck and tossed it his way. I suppose it was only naturally that he should return it with a rugged sort of rejection. It lingers. Scars and bruises those vulnerable places. Goodbye without an end. Wounds without healing. Dishing out remains. Ruins of seasons spent under his gaze and close in his arms.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
I guess our friendship ended at the point where everything become more important than our relationship and I guess that I just don’t fit into your busy schedule anymore and I guess nothing that we went through means anything and I guess that you don’t care anymore and I guess that you are just to chicken shit to say anything and I guess I’m a fool for trying to salvage our supposed “friendship”.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Suppose I found someone who makes me strive to be a better person. Someone who cheers me up when I’m down. Someone who engages me in delectable conversation. Someone who is extremely physically attractive. Someone who makes me feel right. Someone who I relate to. But suppose that person doesn’t want me around. Consequently, I am made to feel worthless and insecure. Despite everything, I want to believe your precious words because without them these clouds dangle and drag me down. The silence speaks for itself, so am I to believe that none of it is true anymore?
I want to achieve greatness. I want to succeed. It is a product of the perfectionist within me, but I need to become better and I want to be improved. I want to find myself as no longer nothing.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
I’m awfully awkward and nowhere near eloquent. I’m weird and not so subtle. I dive in too quickly and drown in the recess of air. I’ll push you away when you’ve become too close, and I’ll bury emotions beneath the sand. Regardless, you won’t find another person quite like me. I will defend, protect, and provide for you until my limbs let out and collapse. I’d never lie to save myself, or at all. When your spirit has crashed, I’ll be there to scoop you up, and mend your soul. I extend myself with bruised wrists, prepared to take on everything. I’ll do my best to make you smile. I’ll go crazy with you and create amazing memories. I try my best in everything I do. Is it so wrong?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
As a child, I frequently had asthma attacks, sending me to the hospital. I would cry out, whimpering as I did, “My heart hurts.” I feel a heavy twisting amongst my heartstrings that is weighing me down, gutting me continuously. My heart hurts, but it isn’t asthma. My heart hurts and it's because of you.
Never let anyone get close: Advice to myself that I have failed to follow. The knife slices me every time I fail to follow this, and find myself alone, adorning stitches born from wretched emptiness. Vulnerability is scary. Terrifying. Every time I allow a person to enter my world and become a piece of my life, I am returned with abrasions and afflictions. With attachment follows abandonment and that is something I should never forget. Nothing lasts. Those who can hurt you, inevitably will. I foolishly allowed myself to believe that maybe I was worth a small while. Foolish indeed, because everyone leaves.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
If I meant anything to you, then you wouldn’t allow the events to turn this way. You wouldn’t let me slip away. You would wonder, try to reach me, or show a ounce of concern. But you don’t. Because I never meant anything. Everything ends, everyone leaves. I was foolish to believe it could be any other way. I am nothing.
Ideas, or at least, pieces of ideas, swim inside my mind. Everything is so disorganized and out of reach. I’ve been pulling at figments of yesterday for ages now it seems, but the world around me is so fragile and grains of life fall through my hands like sand. The sea crashes against my memories, submerging me in tangles of what should have been.
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