The girl

I’m tired of our back-and-forth signs, love. our mysterious, yet concrete, deceptive love. id love to understand the mysteries you hold within, yours flaws, your mistakes, your vulnerable times. they’re important to me, I’ve learned to care about the whole picture of character. the soft details like you’ve showed me, are some of your most… Continue reading The girl

Bloodshot.

im frowning, my eyes are blood shot and tired, my posture is upright and confident. little confidence within, little hope, little left… they push me further and further to my demise. do they care? not so. it might seem as if they do, but they’ve tortured me for little. the toture still remains, when i… Continue reading Bloodshot.