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When I stare at myself in the mirror I see a stratigically coifed, yet seethingly angry girl.

And sometimes vanity is pathetically empowering, but pitiful just the same.

And in the darkest recesses of my informal mind….I know.

And sometimes instead of saying F@CK YOU, I Love You is replaced.

And today I will call it a day, knowing not enough was done.

My mind has been driven asunder by you…and as the thunder rolls off of our sheets…i whisper to you three words that i swore i’d never abuse again.

And as I drift away on the cathartic rhythm of your heart beating against my back…i can’t help but feel as though i don’t belong here, this isn’t real…something is going to give and rip it all away.

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