February 2012
2 posts
wish
and all she wanted in the world was to wake up one morning and discover a message from him:
“hi.
i’m sorry.
i was wrong
to treat you like that,
and i miss you.”
faded
her heart was fading and she knew it. she could feel it. the girl could feel herself curling up quietly in a corner in a small room somewhere deep inside of herself. she spent her days now wishing she could hide underneath the cover of her bedsheets, become invisible and just be quiet. not feel the pressure to explain herself to an audience who only cared long enough to figure out how to hurt...
December 2011
3 posts
never
her ex-boyfriend had been right, after all. she had thought about it every time she closed her eyes next to someone new over the last three years. no one would ever love her.
reflections
there was a strange quality about the girl that no one could put their finger on. something that made every man she kissed realize that she didn’t deserve to feel special or loved, and that it was their duty to do everything in their power to make sure she understood that.
hot water music
and so she thought she had ruined it but she hadn’t. instead, she had opened a window for herself where only a wall had previously existed. and she smiled as she stood in the shower, the hot water running over her, running a razor over her legs.
she remembered the first time he had seen her naked, and the way her pleasure had always been the last thing on his mind. she thought of her...