I believe the worst kind of heartbreak
is the expected ones.
The ones that have been eating their way through the bottom of your stomach ever
since you felt the first pang of doubt.
That grueling feeling of looming sadness
you get right before someone leaves even
though they tell you they're happy.
Knowing what's coming but not knowing
when, is constant fear of the planned but
unexpected.
We can't combat this feeling because it
just happens to jump on you, like watching a scary movie and knowing where the scares are, but being surprised anyway.
I hate that feeling.
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•Mind on Paper•
PuisiThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
