How am I suppose to tell you? How do I warn you about the demons that follow me, the ghosts that haunt me.
Darling I'm a train wreck on the tracks headed straight for self destruction. My lovers are the passengers I've dragged along with me.
Darling you can't love someone who doesn't know how to; you can't love someone who writhes at the thought of marriage.
I'm the girl who can't be tied down, who doesn't wanna be. The girl who fears the agonizing loneliness and dreads the prison they call "love".
Love like that doesn't last; it's sweet and short-lived. Love like that ends in chaotic flames of destruction and devastation; it's torture.
Don't say you'll fix me, because others have gone down that twisted path and crawled back out, never to look back.
Don't tell me how you've never felt so alive, or how I'm "the one". I'll rip out your heart; I won't bat an eyelash. Then, only then, may you understand my warnings; understand why I call myself a train wreck, a mistake, a thorn on the planet we call earth.
So please, don't sing me sweet lullabies to calm the raging voices I've grown so accustomed to. Don't kiss my scars and soothe my pain, because my heart might start to wonder and find solace in you.
Then, we would be in trouble.
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a collection of unrelated writings
Poetrya collection of lyrics, poetry, passages etc. i wrote during an odd period in my life. maybe someone will find this and relate or not feel as lonely. This isn't really meant for the public, its more for me, just so I can have a place to put all my...
