It Was Just A Dream
I had a dream about you last night. A dream that I was yours. A dream that you didn't lie to me when you said you loved me. A dream where Happily Ever Afters existed. A dream where your cream colored skin was permanently next to mine. A dream where your lips were mine to kiss. A dream where you didn't fucking ruin me. A dream where I was addicted to you and you were addicted to me. But that's why it was just a dream. Because dreams are the reality we want but will never have. Dreams are where happy memories come to haunt you in your sleep. My dreams constantly remind me that I was never yours. Never yours to hold, to love and to cherish. I'm tired of seeing you in my hallow head. You're not
welcome here anymore. Get the fuck out.
Excerpt From A Book I'll Never Write #18
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High Expectations
I figured out what's wrong with me. Why I am never satisfied with myself nor the people that like me. I have high expectations, in the worst way.
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I'm looking for my idea of a "perfect" person. Someone who, like me, is an outcast to society. Forgotten and lonely. Someone dark and mysterious, like the shadows chasing me at night. Someone who smokes cigarettes because they're hoping they'll die from them. Someone who would never hurt me, even if they're out if their mind and have forgotten their own name. Someone who love me for the fucked up mess I am. Someone who'd sneak out of their house in the middle of the night to see me because they miss me. Someone who'll pull me in their arms and tell me how much they love me when I can't stop crying. Someone who'll let me undress their mind and soul, not just their body. Someone who'll kiss me so hard I don't know whose air I'm breathing, if I'm breathing at all. And when they kiss me I can taste the vodka and cigarettes on their tongue. Someone who'll fall into my arms after long nights alone. Someone who isn't afraid to tell me when I'm being over-dramatic. Someone who's eyes are brighter than any star, but are still dull from all the hate they've seen. Someone who'll understand what it's like to be depressed and have anxiety. I'm looking for someone that doesn't exist.
Excerpt From A Book I'll Never Write #19
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Hope everyone is having a good summer so far. Or, for those of you who are still in school, good luck on Finals. ❤️
Much Love,
Anna/Asher
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Короткий рассказ*TRIGGER WARNING* This book may be triggering to others. Read at your own risk. This book will be a series of short excerpts that I have written out of an emotional outburst.
