I have a love-hate relationship with the emails titled "Order confirmation" sitting in my inbox.
I find myself chasing away the sadness with shiny new things, pressing procceed to checkout more times than opening my mouth to say how I actually feel. As I open the stacks of packages carrying way more than just a new purse, I tell myself, "it's fine, i'm young and just giving myself the things I never got as a child."
But as I sit, debris of cardboard and packing peanuts surrounding me, the only thing left but the feelings I had tried to suppress, I suddenly hate that my fingers had ever pressed that 'Place Order' button.
Because the only thing I am left with is a mountain of shiny things and the feelings I had tried so hard to bury sitting at the very top.
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A/N: Call that carrying too much emotional baggage.
Sorry I had too
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Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
