I lay on my back, the smell of red wine still vivid. I cross my arms over my face as I let out the last of my tears. My heavy beating heart, the pulsing in my ears. My phone on my stomach, chat still open. I let out a laugh that only tears could create. … Continue reading Over
Tag: Creative Writing
Ask Yourself
Ask yourself before you speak.. Am I angel? Am I free of sin? Am I bathed in such purity that I have the right to judge another? Will my damnation raise you up higher towards the heavens? Will the defamation of my character erase your past? When we pass in the street will … Continue reading Ask Yourself
39 Bodies
39 bodies but I crawled back to you Spring touched my skin and I knew it was true But as we both ate our eggs, I drifted away Suddenly focused on all my mistakes I don’t deserve to be loved this way Tell me that its fake 39 bodies but I’m here next to you … Continue reading 39 Bodies
Love is Super Strange
ok yes, I am scared. I’m not even scared for the reasons you may think, I’m just scared of being myself, knowing how to act, what to say, a year out of a relationship is a long time and I’m good at being single, what I am not good at is saying the right things … Continue reading Love is Super Strange
The Deepest Blue
Am I insane? I feel like I’ve been stood at the edge of this cliff for so many years and yesterday I jumped, fell completely free into the deepest blue. I’d escape to the cliff top over and over when the fire of the lighthouse called, I’d feel the wind whip around my body, stealing … Continue reading The Deepest Blue
Shit Talk
Shit talk has always been something that has followed me from one relationship to the next, I’m not sure what that says about the guys I’ve dated but I’m sure it’s nothing good. The thing with shit talking is it is exactly that, shit, fake news picked up and pieced together from stalked social media … Continue reading Shit Talk
Moschino Shaded Eyes
Behind my Moschino shaded eyes, I’m terrified today. I’m alone in the garden, it’s spring and my birth month though spring hasn’t always been a friend. I’ve known spring as a liar and with each new bloom spring has whispered promises it would always break. As I smoked one of his cigarettes out of my … Continue reading Moschino Shaded Eyes
