choking on this perception of pain. it seems to be one of those early mornings where the rain comes straight from my eyes. droplets slipping down the sides of my face. furious at the longevity of your sides against my sides. why let the momentum drag on?
i hate the thought. i refuse to remind myself of any nights with you. i hate the thought of you. i hate the selfish evenings.
all of your selfishness so repulsive to the earth. would leave any woman shaking herself up inside.
a man no longer welcome here.
Artist
- karatroglin
- among diamond trees
- I love beauty. And there's this solid brick of words of experience, stuck in my head. I want to write on it, somehow dissolve the mass, but I don't know where to start. Everything here is calm, aside from that. Just some little lady spilling stories and poems from personal enlightening moments in space & time.
1 comment:
AH KARA I feel you. I won't write a novel to you, but trust me, I know. Sometimes it's just good to hear it. Hope things get better.
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