Excerpts I'll Never Tell

Caressing Bullets

I now realize I'll always be alone. Seeing as my opinions never matter, and whenever I need you, you're not there. It fucking hurts. I'm not a first choice, and it appears I may never be. I bite my tongue and hold my breath, seeing as whenever you piss me the fuck off, all I want to do is cry. My face reddens, and as you silently talk to her, across from me-- I want to scream violent words at you. Like bullets penetrating obsidian, it was a sight to see. You caress me in all the areas you've kissed, and I still want to cry as I know that you don't mean any of this. "I love you," I say. "I know," you reply. I don't know if my words mean much to you, but it does hurt. It sure is a sight to see.

(I wrote this a long time ago when I had my heartbroken. Many of these writings are very cringe until towards the end when my writing begins to mature. Please don't criticize this is a way to escape and release for me without being irrational.)