i do not care to take the time to see your face and contemplate how it has aged, while your heart remains unfazed still cold as ever with no sense of warmth. they say there are no villains in real life but you gave me the chills with that less than half hearted smile but i soon became the heroine and you fear me now more than ever.
I find beauty in open wounds, once they heal and become scars their luster fades. It is never the same.
Here I stand alone.
Daughter of a broken home,
awoken by the tomb of my existence,
hiding from his persistence,
fighting the resistance to close the distance.
Lets speak hypothetically, and say you don’t know me. All the memories we have shared are wiped out. Would you still persue me? If so on what basis, what would I have to do to catch your eyes and make you not want to look away.
Me without you is like missing my left shoe, I have the right one but its only purpose is to preserve the memory of what once was whole
i've got a lot to say, take a peak inside my world.
