[ november 8th, 2014 ]
the realization that no matter how many 'i love you's you give me, you'll never be mine, paints this look of pain on my face. in spirit, you'll be here, always, i know... but lately, it feels like we're getting severed by Her will, and it's impossible to fight.
honestly, i'm losing spirit because when you try to defy what a parent wants, you'll always lose.
it's funny, i remember when i wanted so bad for Her to like me. always wondered how we'd meet, and what to say. unfortunately, i was never afforded that chance all because of the two words, "that's her." then i went from nobody to a stupid little girl.
now, i'm scared that one day i'll go to where we normally stand in the mornings, you'll be gone and you'll never be there again, because She got you transferred. all because she lowkey fears me.
all of this seems too intimate to share with the readers of this, but i'm not even sure if i can message you right now, or if you're even reading this. but if you are, are you okay? did things get any better since thursday night, or what?
i'm worried about you.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
