The writing is always on the wall. I am the wallflower that seeps up each emotion and breaths out sweet nothings.
I stare out the window searching for utopia, seeking true love I run from the people I am suppose to forgive. Tired and worn, yet in love. I’m going to explode, this burning, that has not always been here, is burning a hole. I am so invisible! Voices rain around me and nobody notices that I am quiet and that my head is down. I try not to care, I try so hard to forgive yet why should I when they don’t even see the hurt they have caused. “Because, your beautiful”. Smashing lies crush my bones. Interrupted twice and only one piece of comfort. His touch is soothing and it shouldn’t be. My love tries to mend oceans, actually he doesn’t, I have to do it myself.
“Bark leads to bite but not with you, you lead me on” -Noah Sanders
