it's been three years, five months and six days

but you still reached out to say sorry today

and maybe i don't feel that way anymore

but i'm glad we can both finally shut that door

i'm sorry too, my love

Pack yourself away into a box so small that there is nothing of you left, in a desperate attempt to

sand

down

your

edges

So she doesn’t notice you.

Don’t aggravate her

(Just by existing)

#late #night #random #thoughts

I write down all my dreams and wishes

And place them in an envelope to post -

A one way letter to nowhere

How I hate this house, let me count the ways.

I hate the anger growing in these walls

Until it explodes out and makes me fall

Into the burning pain of fury's blaze.

I hate the way I don't know when I wake

If I will find a smile that's kind or cruel

To make me strong or to feel like a fool

Being manipulated in a cage.

I hate this house that haunts my dreams,

That makes surviving every day so tough.

In every silence I can hear the screams

That cut me open 'til I bled enough

That my blood would have filled a hundred streams.

Why make this house from hate instead of love?

Inspired by Elizabeth Barret Browning's 'Sonnet 43' (How Do I Love Thee?)

As I get older

My blood starts to thin,

Running like water

Under the cracks of my skin.

My heart gets harder

And turns to stone,

The endings come faster

And I'm left alone.

Oh, but broken hearts are only for love stories.

You cannot possibly have a broken heart -

Bleeding and burning and shattering like a wooden house in a hurricane of fire.

A broken heart -

Don't be daft.