shannybaby
I feel like I'm in a cell. Trapped without escape. Love is what some call it. I shouldn't feel suffocated though, in love. Love should be happy, floaty.
A prediction is a silly way to boost your ego. To be right means the world to some people. Though there is no way of knowing if your prediction is even close to correct or no plausible explanation to what could happen.
a smile holds so many meanings. when he smiles at me its like the sun shines down. no one has ever smiled at me like that. with such genuine happiness and innocence. it tells me i have his trust in everything.
The train of expletives that spewed from his mouth following sliced through me like a bread knife. Not smooth but jagged, each word taking its time to bestow upon me the hurt intended.
i wish i could be embraced. not by him, or her. but that one. the one i cant get off my mind. the one that im supposed to see as just a friend. the one who gets drunk with me but is too much of a gentlemen to take advantage...or is he just that uninterested. embrace me.
my beloved. right now doing a completely unnecessary to make me happy. out of the blue i call him with such a request, with now pay back, no reason. yet he jumps at the chance. he would do anything for me. my beloved.
She cried. Like no one had ever seen before. She wailed and screamed. I didnt expect this. when I killed him I didnt expect anyone to care. Let alone myself. While I cried and everyone whispered about me, and what they all knew I did, I died with him, I unintentionally committed suicide.