Tangles of the Mind

stage five

stop it, this is wrong; my mind can't take it.

"so i lie here awake at 1:17", which brings back the harshest of memories, and my mind is once again a mess.

i don't know what's worse, suspicion or acceptance.

i adore the boy with the honey golden specks, i promise i do, right?

yes, he's made mistakes, left damage to my being; although i forgave him long ago.

then there's him, the boy with the inky brown hair.

the boy etched into my brain, the exact being to observe, although i never meant to fall so hard as to turn fascination into love; is that word too strong?

this marks the night i accept the truth, that of which i've denied for far too long.

he has a piece of my heart, and he isn't giving it back anytime soon.