I have come to terms that I should let myself hurt for a while;
to let my storm come flooding on touched surface grounds ;
To let my soul wander and shape shift on to every edge with emotions dancing underneath its shadows that were casted by the moonlight ;
to let myself long for warm fingers intertwined with mine accompanied with soft lingering words from a cold dark soul in disguise of a beautiful boy
I will let myself fight my own battle grounds with my own fears and selflessness. I will learn how to heal from my own scars by my self destruction. I will burn my name under my skin and let it crawl within me until the day I die to remind me that there is love within me.
I will continuously hurt myself in my own little ways just to remind myself that i am not worth of it
—rather than have a boy who stands in-front of me asking to let him sign his name unto my heart just for him to tear it apart.
Angel.
YOU ARE READING
coffee. cigarettes. daydreams.
Poesíai sat on my balcony chair and did my usual - drinking my cup of coffee and inhaling my cig, trying to sober up from the thought of you.
