2016 January 19
A week has past and we've been fighting nonstop.
Somehow your vocabulary becomes more colourful each day and I know if I hear one more curse word, it'll be too soon. If I smell the wretched stench of your expensive whiskey one more time, I might just become an alcoholic myself.
The random songs on the radio are my only saving grace. Our life has become so repetitive that I need something that is unpredictable.
The songs soothe my aching heart and render me useless. Help me forget the awful words we spat at each other and make me want to love you again because I can't help but remember the sweet taste of your love.
I'm jealous of all the musicians and artists who believe in love and better yet those that believe in second chances. All I seem to be able to paint on the canvas that is my cold heart is a dark abyss of hatred and sadness. I want to escape this abyss and I know that you do too, its just a matter of time until someone ups and leaves. I hope that someone is me.
YOU ARE READING
Oversight
RomanceExcerpt from Freddie's Journal: Mon erreur 2016 May 5 I wish I could look back to all the happy moments in our story, all the sweet nothings you used to whisper in my ear, late in the night when the storm outside would roar and my chest would want t...
