xxiv. SHE'S THE OPPRESSOR AND THE VICTIM AT THE SAME DAMN TIME
written: august 23 two thousand 16
posted: august 29 two thousand 16
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everytime i see her name i get that disgusting feeling in my stomach. it's the twisting feeling. the feeling of her plunging a knife into the pit of my stomach and rotating it. she looks at me with a worried expression and asks ARE YOU OKAY and i look at her with tears in my eyes and blood spilled everywhere YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID THIS but she gasps and looks offended as if she's the one broken on the ground I WOULD NEVER!
i hear the gun shot and my immediate reaction is to vomit. she's pulled the trigger and now i feel sick. she forgot to load up the gun so physically i am fine but the emotional scarring is enough. what do i do what do i do what do i do. she walks away as if she's done nothing wrong, and once again i am left to clean up her mess.
i can't bring the words to my lips because i am too afraid of saying the wrong thing. she acts fragile and that's where my weakness is - with fragile people. i can see behind her act but for some reason i can't bring myself to say anything about it. i question myself MAYBE SHE REALLY HAS NO IDEA then i back track and say SHE HAS TO KNOW THAT SHE'S DONE ME WRONG because one person can't cause the same amount of damage as a category five hurricane and be totally oblivious about it. . . can they?
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celestial
Poesia"positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space" because everyone I love, loved, and will ever love does, has, and will fascinate me much like the stars in the sky do.
