I still remember the last song we danced to, but I also remember the last time you put your hands on me.
Why is one more present and easier to remember than the other? Why is my love for you resonating more than when you forced yourself on me.
I think of you when we first met, not the disaster you've become. I daydream about the good sex not the times I should probably consider rape.
Why can't I be honest with myself on who you really are? I remember your potential you couldn't live up to.
I hate myself for being so biased.
Why do I consider saving you, there's nothing that wants to be saved.
Why are you still haun
Dear Love,
I don't love you anymore. I'm not sure if I ever really did. I want to lie and say I did, but what would the point of that even be? It's not like we talk anymore. Thankfully it's been three long happy years since you punched a hole in my wall. Three long happy years since I left whatever daze I was in that made me stay with you for so long. Three long happy fucking years since I ran so far away, to where you could no longer bother me. It's been three months since I moved back, because you can't take thins town from me. Three years of being honest about what happened, three years of hearing the egregious lies you tell. Three mo
I still remember the last song we danced to, but I also remember the last time you put your hands on me.
Why is one more present and easier to remember than the other? Why is my love for you resonating more than when you forced yourself on me.
I think of you when we first met, not the disaster you've become. I daydream about the good sex not the times I should probably consider rape.
Why can't I be honest with myself on who you really are? I remember your potential you couldn't live up to.
I hate myself for being so biased.
Why do I consider saving you, there's nothing that wants to be saved.
Why are you still haun
Dear Love,
I don't love you anymore. I'm not sure if I ever really did. I want to lie and say I did, but what would the point of that even be? It's not like we talk anymore. Thankfully it's been three long happy years since you punched a hole in my wall. Three long happy years since I left whatever daze I was in that made me stay with you for so long. Three long happy fucking years since I ran so far away, to where you could no longer bother me. It's been three months since I moved back, because you can't take thins town from me. Three years of being honest about what happened, three years of hearing the egregious lies you tell. Three mo
Thanks Shadow! I've been so busy I haven't had time to do anything for myself really, I'm hoping I can start drawing or writing again soon but who knows lol