replaying in my head like a bad movie. It seems so weird of me to just relax now and again, because instead they linger, haunting me, leaving me tired and weak. I wish I could just get up and leave them, like my body warmth soaked deeply in a chair, but I am too jaded to forgive and too untrusting to forget. I live them, and no matter how much i try to just leave them behind me, they leech. Latching themselves like a needy child without a home. sucking out every last bit of life i have left.
I crawl to the closest thing i can hold on to, but they always somehow manage to pull me back. Twice as fast. Twice as strong.
I end up face down asking myself if its really nessasary to get back up again.
There honestly is no way to escape and theres no where i can hide. So I just lay there waiting for the next thought to come and steal the air right out of my mouth and replace it with dirt. Abandoned. I wish these thoughts could be.


For such a handsome being as him to lay upon my bed is breathtaking. so beautiful in his form. I watch him as he dreams. Does he dream of me? I'll never know. Beside him is a rose I left, to ensure him he will forever be mine. but I wonder if it will mean anything to him, anything at all. I dare not awake him. I linger at the bed side just observing him once more. Oh how remarkably beautiful he is! The mornings light shines through the window pane kissing his face as it illuminates his every feature. When he awakes i will know. He loves me, He loves me not.



