Pretty little lies are the lies that cause the most damage, that lie resulting in a mess. A mess of emotions: rage, sadness, confliction, want. Especially want, want for that person; for their touch, their voice, or even their goofy little smile. And yet it was all a lie, or at least the ending. Like a really shitty romantic comedy, except there was no happy ending and definitely no comedic relief. All that's left over is a mess that begs to be cleaned. A broken vase waiting to be glued back together, with hopes it won't be broken again.
And then the process repeats, we fix our broken parts with whatever glue or tape we find laying around and set back out into the world. Some of us are lucky and find that one person that completes their broken parts. Well us others are unfortunate and repeat the process hoping to find that one person who will someday fix our broken vase with more than just tape.
-h.l.m
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Thought Dump
Non-FictionA collage of random things I have written including: poems, short stories, short essays, and just whatever creativity that flows out.
