Dear Diary,
I've fallen for a friend.
(Again)
But maybe I don't know what love is.
Maybe I'm just fond of familiarity.
Touch starved by a family who's afraid of trusting anyone to get close unless we know from the start that their intention is to burn us slow.
Looking for a happily ever after that'll never come if I keep chasing quick fixes and daydreams.
Maybe I was born to burn.
Burn for something, burn for someone, or to simply burn everything in my wake.
I know for a fact I'm good at burning bridges,
Maybe if I can beat them to the punch it'll hurt less,
If I don't go in search of what love is I'll have nothing to lose.
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I've Been (Over) Thinking
Fiksi UmumA clumsy collection of daydream inspired short stories, late night heavy on the chest amateur poetry, and other random thoughts. This little ongoing project is a fictional writing exercise based on nothing more than a messy collection of thoughts in...
