Fantasy
how can something that starts out so pure and innocent turn into a heated, passion-filled ball, of what could be, you start with simply day dreaming about achieving things only the imaginative mind can achieve, but then you start to day-dream more, then those aspects of your imagination start to become more realistic, not in your life, but in the life of others, then comes the sacred but toxic act of living vicariously through other people, when they hurt, you hurt, when they achieve, you achieve, almost as if what you're living now is unimportant compared to what you're living, through another persons eyes, you lose yourself, you become too attached, you hurt, once you realise that you don't have what they have, unsatisfied with that fact, you seek it, but you fail, then you hurt again, until it dawns on you
"i can't hurt over something that was never really for me, i can't hurt over fantasy."
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
