corinneashleigh
Stop. Look around. What do you see? Take a moment from the hustle and bustle that is your life and appreciate all that is truly there. Put the screen down. Stop trying to capture moments of your life to share on social media, and experience it. Be selfish. Indulge in the moment.
Welcome, take your shoes off and make yourself at home. Don't worry about leaving a mess behind, I'll always be here to pick it up. You keep me around even though you never notice me here, waiting. Welcome, come in and walk right over me. I'll be here every time.
She was always unclear on her motives and mindset. You'll never really know the stranger in your bed. That girl is poison, addictive and toxic. She sees right through me. I love her with everything I have. But, I can't see through mud. And I never will.
Build build build. Engross yourself so much that you lose grip of reality. Enjoy your money. Does it make you happy? Sit at the top, alone and share your sights with me. When I die I'll share my experience of living in the moment and we can compare notes.
Empty. Hollow. Something's missing. I don't feel your presence anymore, regardless of how close you are. You are no longer my home. And I don't feel a thing. Vacant.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but today I learned something quite tragic. You don't define you. Your upbringing does. And if it doesn't? Well you, my friend, are the exception.
I guess I could tell you how I'm a flight risk. And how when it's all said and done, you'll be left wondering if what we had was ever even real. I could tell you that my mother taught me love is always conditional, nothing lasts. I could tell you that my father hasn't shared his feelings with anyone since my mother walked away. That would mean weakness, and that's a flaw. But I won't, you see. Because in my eyes, it's only about me. For now I will sit on this perch, waiting. I guess I could tell you how I'm a flight risk.
But I won't.
She smiled, and the whole word stopped. When she looked me in the eyes and told me, "I love you," I saw it all. I heard the wedding bells and waking up to her every morning for the rest of my life. It was true witchcraft, what she did to me; and I will never be the same.
Nights without you are hard, but nights I use are even harder. I will lose you before I lose myself ever again. The dope has never fixed my problems, only temporarily masked them. I will recover.
She gave her everything, but it was never enough. She tried her hardest to prove that she loved her and wouldn't leave, but she wouldn't listen. One day she decided enough was enough, and I will be jealous of her new lover for the rest of my life.
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