“And it’s all the same, just different games… so maybe I am the one to blame…”

How else can I describe this without being redundant? My stomach is tied in knots, spilling out through the holes in my humanity, leaving an empty pit at my center of gravity. The room isn’t spinning, but nothing is stationary. It’s all subtle shifts; light reflecting off curved surfaces, my white wallpaper peeled back to … Continue reading “And it’s all the same, just different games… so maybe I am the one to blame…”

“I miss you, but that doesn’t mean I need you. I’m still worth something, even without you.”

You did not take anything That I did not willingly give, So I cannot, will not, Place the blame on you. I thought I was empty, That nothing remained Outside of tattered love Where my heart used to be.   But I was wrong.   When nothing remains, When all I can claim Is the … Continue reading “I miss you, but that doesn’t mean I need you. I’m still worth something, even without you.”