3 June, 6:44 p.m.
Lost the battle, lost my mind
The sadder I get, the sicker I get
Not a day goes by that I don't crave the warmth and presence of someone, anyone, just to hold me and tell me it's going to be okay.
[I always wanted it to be you. I craved you; a hopeless wanting.]
I wish I had the strength to run (away from you).
4 June, 9:01 a.m.
Nobody fucking cares, do not for a second kid yourself into thinking they do.
Flaming skin sends shivers down my spine (praying for release).
[I was sick, I remember. I thought that I was going to die. That thought was merely a result of a child's delusions. The child that was at the center of my very soul. The same child-like vulnerability that always proved to be a chip in the armor painstakingly built to protect my heart. Yet, it was the child alone that feared death. The person I had become was not afraid. She was ready to go. She wanted it, begged for it, just so that the pain would leave her body. It was in the vain hope that maybe her soul would finally come to rest.]
5 June, 11:00 p.m.
There is no fucking respect here and I despise it.
[Do not invalidate my existence by putting yourself on a pedestal. I am having a hard time being seen as it is.]
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak Hotel
RomantikAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...
