wordlings

teen plague

eyes dark as forgetfulness itself pushed me to bathe in oblivion: i did not care for the rest of the world.

nothing was better than a man who wanted exactly what I did: so what if he belonged to the other girl? nothing really mattered when you were almost my world

your lips will always remain a mystery, even as badly as I wanted to taste them: i am glad i never did.

so caught up in a shroud of your blindness that i did not realise you collected the nudes of other conquests and dishonoured our unspoken pact.

i broke two keys off my laptop in the frustrating tantrum i threw, unhappy that you never would be mine. i crafted words in your name: although they still entrance me, you don't.

now i thank my stars that i will never be one of the lucky others that lose some part of their decency in your room, leaving your sisters to judge them quietly as they take the walk of shame.

i regret that i bared my soul to you while you convinced me that i knew everything, when in fact, i knew nothing about you.

it never was love, even when i said the words i felt a betrayal to myself. but even you deserved a small bit of dishonesty.

you were a waste of my precious emotions, but at least they cured my writers block.

i am glady over the infatuation of you, you dark eyes too.

you were just a part of the teen plague.