December 2011
6 posts
One scab looks like a heart.
I’ve done something selfish, yet I feel little remorse. I regret trying to love someone who didn’t love me, and all the hurt that brought to her, but I will never forget the way she made me feel. Once, I felt I belonged to someone; any expression of worth falls short—it was the most important time of my life.
I miss m’lady—I miss talking to her, and I hate that when...
to wake up
from a dream and enter a nightmare.
i remember
love
i want
you to be happy. i’m sinking fast, and i’m sorry if i hurt you.
