2:28 a.m.
i had wept and i had screamed but what could have possibly stopped you from digging your nails into my scalp and shoving me into the darkness, just to ignore my pleas and the promise that i was not afraid of the dark room, i was petrified of what leered within it
im amazed by you, perplexed by your ability to predict the unpredictable
i don't tell you the things you've ruined
i smile at your pride, at your humility
i sit there in awe and take in how a life full of ignorance is a life full of worthless bliss
.s
YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poesíaa taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
