Box of lies in the form of chocolates.
Sweet smelling goodbyes,
Whiskey and ice
Were like fire burning through my ego.
hi.
I’ve learned to dodge some questions and ignore my thoughts for they have been pretty rough on me lately. Certain relationships should remain the way it has been and not challenge the balance that you have created for yourself. Trying to reconnect with the same old pattern screams familiarity but at the same time it doubles your chances of being fooled yet again, and so on. I guess through time we can learn to steer away from sudden jolts of madness every once in a while and master the art of keeping our inner chaos inside of us.
draaaaag
I’ve managed to strategically weave
strands of memories and packed
a bit of your scent in the form of
long, tiring drags and a few mortal sips
of my chosen poison.
Maybe that’s what kept you away.
maybe you thought how so much
of me seemed like a notoriously
fucked up yet vulnerable mess
that you want nothing to do with.
-mw
sober rationality.
Those who claimed to have lost their souls
were merely just seeking for another
to entangle their shattered hopes and miseries with;
another fucked up version of themselves,
until their flaws become
an acceptable form of madness,
away from the judging eyes
of those who so righteously declare
sober rationality
while staggering with
rejection of reality.
nightmares/home
I used to have horrible nightmares.
Then night after night they seem to fade,
only to be replaced by mediocre versions
of subconsciously made-up stories.
Somehow I don’t feel relieved.
I worry I might lose that part of myself,
the only one I seem to like best.
tragedy.
Instead we want tragedy.
We want coffee stain
on our shirts
and cold version of goodbyes.
We want life to put us
on a chokehold
and be separated with
what genuinely makes us
happy.
-mw
flaws
Aren’t we all flawed?
Secretly searching for
one thing to happen
while doing the exact opposite
of what we really want?
-mw
walls.
With a chip on our shoulder
and our guards up,
we often forget that those walls
we have spent so long building
are doomed to crumble.
its parts will eventually turn to headstones
with different names written on it
as a reminder of an ever living past
that we can never get rid of,
no matter how hard we try.
-mw
2:35
I guess it’s safe to say
that we never come back
to the person we once were;
that what we are right now are like puzzles
slowly dissecting into mismatched parts.
-mw
1:45 am
I would have hold onto the thinnest fabric
that is my sympathy,
but regretfully anger took over
and what I thought I needed
turned out to be the very thing
that set me free.
But at night it’s not the same story.
I could have held on if you told me to,
but time convinced me
that’s not what you’d rather do.
Distance kept me sane,
so maybe I’m thankful to you,
wherever you may be.
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