I could’ve sworn that I’d killed her. I remember placing her limp body, all our keepsakes and memories into a wooden box and burying it all six-feet deep on a deserted planet in a galaxy far, far away. I then remember coming home to sew shut the gaping vortex in my heart, dust myself off… Continue reading The Habits of my Heart
This isn't much of a blog post. Honestly, it's more of an explanation I feel I need to get off my chest. Throughout my 10 months of blogging, I've been told more times than I can remember that my writing is too dark. It's too sad, angry, scary, and twisted. I've been told these things… Continue reading Black Ink and Dark Writing
I don’t know why I don’t know why But with the storm winds high I need a place to hide This place inside The four walls of my mind I’ve been evicted into the night And I need a place to hide With these demons of mine We like to dance and then dine But… Continue reading A Place to Cry
I'm holding onto pieces of us that I just can't let go. I know this is a desperate kind of love, but it feels like it's home.
How can something that begins so beautifully suddenly end in such chaos? If you've been following me on here for awhile, then chances are you've followed my transition from a boy who didn't believe in love to a boy who was drowning in it. It's been a long road--smooth at some points, bumpy at others--,… Continue reading I Fall Apart
When she's not around, he'll grin at the sight of her loose hairs on his bed; his heart melts when reading her handwritten notes; he reminisces, and maybe a bit too much, but the memories drown him.
"Oh, our lives don't collide, and I'm aware of this. We've got differences and impulses, and your obsession with the little things: You like stick, I like aerosol. I don't give a fuck, I'm not giving up, I still want it all. Only fools fall for you." -Troye Sivan, Fools Only fools fall for you… Continue reading Only Fools Fall for You
Well, everyone, with Christmas morning less than twenty-four hours away, we're quickly approaching the peak of the holiday season. And as they all say, "Tis the season to be jolly. Fa lala lala la...la...la.......la..." He let his head and shoulders drop with a long sigh. Other get depressed because Christmas appears to be a trigger… Continue reading Trying to Mask Depression
"I've done tried it all, tried it all... I can't stop this internal bleed. Now my heart is leaking, heart is leaking out. And it hurts me." --Kid Cudi, Internal Bleeding Ladies, gentlemen: I have a problem. And that problem is me. Do you ever look around, find that everything is okay, but also find… Continue reading This Internal Bleed.
I'd be lying if I said I never think of you. Every so often, you'll pop up in my dreams, and the feeling seems so real... Then I wake up. And I'd be lying if I said I don't miss you.