Category written word
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 […]
Lonely star
You reckless girl. Charging with so much ferocity but no direction. You filled a room with lavender and invited as many people as possible. Hoping for a restful sleep but instead you saw red. And you will pray for the blue. You will pray to go back. But you can’t. Not anymore.
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
TW: SA
Yes I cried, but only that day. No, I won’t cry anymore. Let the girls down. One day it will be you that will bleed.
When the light goes out at the end of the tunnel
That’s how you make me feel. Disproportionate. In a hurry to learn from it fast Like the second before jumping into the void And I dress up everyday as an unassailable person Strong. Happy. I even believe it When everything is fine, When I turn off the light, you are the monster under my bed. […]
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 […]
Catch 22
Someone you used to love has forgotten the sound of your laugh This is the day they’ll smoke our bones and sigh at the state of our throats Realising why we haven’t spoken all week And it hasn’t hurt you yet But this is the glimps of a worn out ego The depths of your […]
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 […]
Femme fatale
The era of her How bad can a good girl get? She is always great
acceptedtaboos 