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I hate you for not telling me the truth.
It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.
Myra McEntire
My armour fell beneath my stompy feet.
In front of you .
It wasn’t real and made from metal. It was weak .
Purposely toned down as not to burden you.
Should I have built my walls higher?
Didn’t expect to be hurt. Every time life stabs or runs me over I still hope and find something good. It’s a universal joke repetition, mortal loop for higher powers to have a sinister laugh. Get hurt - suffer - move on- something good appears. Then repeat. Cook on low heat.
Don’t forget to fucking stir.
just eager to love
it’s never enough.
why do we have to bleed ?
hunting the moon,
now it’s just us
torn out desire to sleep.
I can’t close my eyes
when someone is trying
to take you away from me.
u haven’t seen wolves,
waiting their turn
hiding inside the sheep’s skin.
she is your friend?
I’m sure it’s not what it seems.
men are oblivious to power
desperate women can hold within.