I am not a doll or puppet you can neatly take off your shelf and play with, when you are in the mood. You can’t put people away in bins under your bed because you are done with them. Your all or nothing demeanor leaves me left standing without flooring. Its been months and I […]
Cheers to that bitter moment when he walks out with another girl (to top it off a trashy one).
Alone in this empty house, the howling wind mocks me. Another failed relationship, another one who could not handle your tantrums, your neediness, and overbearing expectations that were impossible to meet. Maybe you are right. I may never be happy. Maybe I am cursed to be alone. I hope you are wrong, Knives and Tears