I’m convenient to someone when everyone has left their side; when they feel as though they have no one who understands nor gives a shit. Then the moment they figure that they do, there I go. Down the shithole again.
Feeling things that I seriously do not want to feel. WTF. I don’t have a handle on anything. Do I honestly expect to play with fire without experiencing a burning sensation at some given time?
Let me sleep on it. Zz.
Here I am. I’m doing just fine. No thanks to you “baby.”
Take that soft, gentle nickname that I once had for you
and shove it up your selfish and apparently royal asshole.
Yeah. Love Better without you too.
Bravery is earned; it’s not a damn hand out.
By that, I mean it basically acquires going eye to eye
with your inner, most overbearing fear, slaying the bitch,
and coming out with it’s fucking castrated head dangling
from the grips of your hand.
— Mine being the loss of the love of my life.
I am more than alive it looks like..
