Tag Archive: me

That’s me inside your head

It has been quite some time since I have freely and, admittedly, easily put pen to paper, particularly in the sanctity of my own home – alone. As I sit here, I am… Continue reading

Practical Necessity

For as long as I can remember, there has existed in my realm two contradicting paradigms. One: If it bothers you, if it means something, or if you need to make sense of… Continue reading

If you are hopeful, why can’t you be happy?

Look, I wish I could explain to you why I haven’t spoken to you in such a long time – I mean why I have not gut wrenchingly smudged my bloodied truthful soul… Continue reading

For what it’s worth

For what it’s worth, I am sorry. I have tried for a while now to find the right words to explain to you that it is in no way cliché to say it… Continue reading

How to be unique, just like everybody else

I want to tell you something unique, something different, something so completely me that it will leave a mark, a remembrance of who I am within your mind. But how? When the entire… Continue reading

Mute

I have been instructed not to miss you. I have been told that this is a good thing. I have been told it is better for me to be without you. I have… Continue reading

You, in my eye

  I see you, I appreciate you, I have learnt to understand your hate and your darkness, I have experienced your intense personality and the mask of happiness you hide it under. I… Continue reading

The uncensored truth (Caution: I’m telling you what you already know)

The truth? The truth is that I wanted you to stop me. I wanted you to care enough about what we have to not let me deliberately ruin it. The truth is that… Continue reading

I’m sorry

I am sorry. Probably one of the hardest short sentences in the English language. We all know when it is due, but somehow the concept eludes us. We all want to be forgiven,… Continue reading

Let’s not pretend like we’re not going to pretend

Let’s not pretend that it didn’t cut deep. Let’s not pretend that this means nothing to me. I may pretend to not care, but we both know you cut me down to size… Continue reading