Though I’ve been reckless and selfish, our memories are engrained in my mind. Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart; Perhaps they were lies, Perhaps it was the truth that you were too afraid to accept; I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be. Picture taken by me, NYC….
Shrouded in darkness, the overbearing weight of negativity Creeping in like the fog that rolls in overnight A silent killer, eating at me from the inside. In no time, I got lost in the dense, opaqueness All the thoughts in my mind, obfuscated.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, that’s what he was. Every now and then you questioned his sincerity, claiming to be soft and tender like the sheep, yet he stepped on you with paws, paws that encased talons which ripped your heart to shreds. When aggravated or displeased, he gnarled like an angry wolf, ready to…
Leave when there’s nothing left to lose. Eventually, you’ll lose your sanity. The weight of the lies and manipulation, burdens your conscious like the snowfall on tree branches.
Feeling lost again. Seems to be more than just a feeling, more like a lifestyle. Pic taken by me on Fulton Street by South Street Seaport, NYC.
Bombarded by negative thoughts, a war zone inside my head. Bombs go off, stand tall like a soldier, I want to fall down and cry.
It’s like, old money versus new money.
Beware of unclear boundaries and unspoken expectations. Pic shot by me in Financial District, NYC.
Sometimes I wonder, Do I take enough time to pause? To think? Maybe I continuously repress less desirable feelings. Coasting on autopilot, acting like I’m unbothered. I’ll allow myself to think that everything will be okay, it will all work itself out. Maybe if I believe it enough, it will be true. Pic taken by…
A relationship extended beyond its expiration date because they lacked the courage to leave, to walk away from that which was unfulfilling. Compromising contentment and peace for convenience and familiarity, because they invested so much time. Never mind the instability, the pain inflicted upon one another. What was thought to be “love,” was only selfishness….
I watched it die Once a big bountiful plant, it soon shrank in size Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals I couldn’t cultivate new ones I tried my hardest – I watered it when dry, yet not enough light I placed it in the sun With light too direct, the leaves burned Given the…
And so they fall faintly, The tears from your weeping soul. Pic taken by me at the Whitney Museum, NYC