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Pigalle
Last train home. Knowing they don’t have to come home tonight. And they won’t. After all, that was part of the deal. You were meticulous and it still happened. Take away meal for two with a bottle of whiskey in a fancy box. She says it’s for her new boyfriend. He’s cheating on his long […]
Je dirai : « C’est bien fait pour toi. »
You made your bed long ago but you’re just sitting on it Because running from your shadow made you realise you’re not as fast as you think And red flags merely look pale pink when you refuse to take off those rose tinted glasses So shattering glass ceilings still left you with Forever Ongoing Debris
Self hating in silence
Feeding into the bullshit But it’s taken much more than pleasing my needs So its about time I start cutting ties. Is this growth or detachment? Just imagine this. For once. Imagine wasting moments of romance Teaching someone how to love you. No butterflies But something like Gallstones Settling in me Unwittingly The only intimacy […]
Daddy
Hey little lady He is a grown man You should forget him Forget his name
Thank you for not returning my calls
A good girl with bad habits. Finding it soothing to be unconfined but the fear of losing ones mind repeats itself. I have the tendancy of haunting myself with the memories I adore the most. This is what happens when we chase love like the ghost that it is. I was so afraid of losing […]
After the passing of our egos
Some of the things you loved will leave when you wake up. Perhaps you will continue to dwell in your two failed exams that pause your progression and zoopla a bunch of cul-de-sac flats to pathetically portray your self indulged sorrow. Perhaps you will apply for more than just one job and I hope you’re […]
Still very lovable
I don’t feel guilty Va te faire foutre! Forcing some regret
Month
Trying to forget Voids in my apologies The silence in yours
Well, why did words always go awry?
Semantic satiation Began by displaying fortitude in the face of adversity But I already knew regret was stronger than gratitude It’s as though when you’re not on edge you’re taking up too much space So now we’re screaming because this used to be our playhouse Amusing patrons seen as brickbat and heavy memories And haunted […]
Like u
You said you adore the woman with farewells in her smile and thorns around her tastebuds in a love note sent to me, why did you say it like that? I haven’t felt the same since
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