October 2010
6 posts
I’ve given up on thinking things will get better. I accepted that this is how my life will be from now on. I know that this is the new baseline, my new reality, and I know that it might get far worse.
“Give me love so that I can … Kill.”
Sometimes, I think of you as ghost.
It’s easier to believe that you never really existed.
That you’re just a figment, a lost memory, an error in recollection.
I’ve erased your paths
but at night sometimes you haunt me still.
