Him and you
With you i know a road however wavy and uncertain the possibility of soft pink and equal eyes is there with stumbling words and shifty silence but with him i question the fact there is a road but i see bright red and dancing toes flowing words and tingling fingers eager to dance and talk about both past darkness and light but i have promised him to a friend and he to her. It is just the beginning of their bloom not yet sure if light will make it spread, i wish it to but i also dread it for it would mean losing a chance (however invalid it may be) that i see an unfamiliar feeling light and bubbling in.
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Silent as my screams
PoesiaThings I could never say, thoughts I have on my depression and anxiety, and descriptions of fucked up life events. Over all a clusterfuck of fuck this that and the way i feel. Not angry, well not completely anyway, mostly just bitter self-loathing...
