Bottle(d) Up

They are not fighting for you and you are always left without and alone staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your dwelling with a heart pounding in your head desiring someone you cannot have wishing you could at least have gotten to know them and know of their existence before the rejection settled in to give you a fighting chance.

Sadness, my Only Love

I can’t cry anymore because I’ve cried so much already. You can’t break what is already broken. All kinds of different people. All kinds of f---ed up beauty. Different faces. Different experiences.They blur around me, inside me. Part from me. Can’t seem to shake them.