this song on repeat. my dress of the day before on the carpet. my eyes red from hopelessness. my fingernails uneven. my hair undone and falling out. my wrinkled nightgown. my damaged skin and bruised bones. my dreamcatchers defect. my polaroids fading. my unmade bed. the unfinished books on my nightstand. the cups of coffee … Continue reading i write when i'm sad
I didn’t realise how far gone I was, how I lost myself, until I found little pieces of myself back again in places I hadn’t been for a long time. I found parts in the mirror on my wardrobe, in lyrics of the songs that I once wrote, in the laughter of my family and … Continue reading L.o.s.t.m.y.s.e.l.f.
it both chokes me and frees me, haunts me and inspires me, breaks me and heals me, leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in the corners of my mouth. the night holds my heart in the way you used to hold this damaged organ. i remember how you held my hand, unwillingly to let go, while strolling … Continue reading melancholia.
And again, I had proof. That everything that looks like it is, is too good to be true. Why can’t I never learn the lesson, why are my rose coloured glasses glued to my face? Why do I keep having faith in things that were never meant to be part of my fate? I don’t … Continue reading I Hope She Makes You Happy, Like You Did To Me
I don’t think pain fades. I know memories fade, but can also be brought back easily by a reminder through the senses. But once love fades, was it even love in the first place? I don’t know, maybe? I knew that it was love, because no matter how hurt I was, I never stopped loving. … Continue reading Never Fade
When you’re a small town girl with big city dreams The city can be a tough reality Exciting and all so new, but so intensely scary, overwhelming, exhausting as hell I’m falling down so many times and each time I have to pick myself up again Throw myself into the deep blue, cold ocean again … Continue reading Pick Up Myself Again
she looked at herself in her broken, dirty mirror she saw her own eyes staring right back at her it scared her to see the girl she had become the broken pieces in the flawed glass of reflection showed her scattered soul her eyes filled themselves with transparant drops of tears the silent sound of … Continue reading love game