Like Looking In A Mirror

It’s sad that you have to endure

The same shit that I did

Remarks about your skin colour hurt

Especially when you’re a kid

Just know that you’re amazing

As you’re growing day by day

You’ll always be the better person

No matter what they say

Artifice

You might be pretty

On the outside

But you’re sure as shit

Ugly within

If only your

Personality

Was as radient

As your skin

Random #100

“Books cannot be killed by fire.

People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.

No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.

In this war, we know, books are weapons.”

– Franklin D. Roosevelt

Expectation

If all I had to do

Was tolerate you

Then really

You should’ve just asked

It was when I thought

You wanted more

That I totally

Fucking cracked

Aiming Higher

What if your best

Isn’t good enough

What if things

Shouldn’t be this tough

Maybe it’s OK

That I want more

And I deserve

What I’m asking for

Slipping Back

They say after a while

It stops hurting

Yet thirty one months later

I’m still in pain

If anything it feels

Like I’m reverting

Back to those dark old days

Again

Random #96

‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false! Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

– Emily Brontë

Hope(less)

So it seems I have

A second chance

Another shot

At potential romance

Problem is

Where to start

How do I open

This Stygian heart

Sceptical

You can tell me all you want

That you can hear him

But I’ll never believe it’s true

For if he was talking to anyone

From the ‘other side’

Then it would be me, not you

Xxx

On A Promise

What happens when the music stops

She said

Do we have to go home?

Wherever you end up going

He said

You won’t be going alone

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