I need to write but I'm afraid
of the flood. I'd just love to feel a little less dead. Faking a love to not be known is a common known toxin as well as a blessing in disguise But no matter what; calm or rough, waves can drown you all the same. Even if my unrealistic desperations gave me the slimmest bit of settled relief I'd still find a way to be dragged into a numbing catastrophe by the nerve ending shivering calmness.
Were you aware I was falling in love with you? Or was every lead an let down just a chance to enjoy the planted self-destructive, an twisted game all to slowly watch my eyes fill with a pain not even the deepest souls can explain.
My hearts gingerly mending;
now you make my knuckles bleed, after every I love you I can't help but scream out your name in a tone so earth shattering I hope it swallows you up and locks you away.
YOU ARE READING
Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
