Cold-hearted

despair

My guard is up.

Feeling dark emotions now

because of your acts.

 

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Cloud Hurt

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Lynn Greyling

I’ve been on #9.

It was amazing. For awhile.

Was too young to know it might end badly.

Fooled by the soft and comfortable.

Got pushed off. Hard.

Too stupid on how to deal.

Fuck Cloud 9.

The landing was excruciating.

Love Charade

Excerpt from “Love Needs To Be Real”

And those who have the most love to give

Will always see through this

Warm beautiful heart that radiates light

Will never be alone on a cold dark night.

Fauxcroft

You don’t see it, or feel it. You don’t get it.

The absence of romance tells you nothing.

No warm embrace, you don’t seem to miss it.

Intimacy barely existent, you don’t show any.

Nothing gnaws at you. Or does it?

I’m growling, screaming. Inside and out.

You’re silent.

I’m indifferent… now.

The love died. It reeks sour.

You, the reason.

But maybe you never had it in you?

Perfidy

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“You presumed to decide what was best for me. Even if I resolve the anger,  the pain you caused, I can’t trust you. Ever. I’m standing before a stranger.”

Raymond Reddington – The Blacklist

 

Same sentiment, different situation.

The judgment of that line from a script mimics life. My life.

Ever so dramatically, flashing sensations of Oof, suffering, the feelz surround me.

Waves drowning me, on dry land.

The imagination drawn to retribution, naturally.

But who would it serve?

I’d still be alone.