i toyed with the kindergarten idea of being in love before deciding it would be at too great of a cost to purchase so i put it back on the shelf and left it for good
so when you offered it to me so easily for free i was wary because i could not tell genuine from fake.
denial was so quick and easy since i had believed that there was nothing to love
(about me)
i'm sorry - for all the times the wind blew through the emptiness of my head and for the poison that spilled from my lips - how i wish i could soothe the burns with more than mere apologies.
(it's alright)
i guess it is? (but what about her??)
regret burns deep and tastes bitter on my tongue, weighs heavy on my heart; there's nobody to blame but me. my worse half wishes that she was just your placebo, a wonderland compared to the desolate wasteland that was me
unreal, but if it is real, that's alright too
i'll try to find my wonderland too but i might always find myself wanting reality
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i am sorry for all the times i mocked you because you fell. and now that i've fallen too i can see what things look like from down here.
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CONFESSIONS OF A SERIAL THINKER
Randomword vomiting, brain vomiting, lots of vomiting in general. lots of indirects and spewing-of-feelings. might be nsfw because i am a grown up adult with adult thoughts my friends so please stay in your lane.
