It’s deceiving. Oxymoronic in the most ironic way. So much self-love and insecurities at play. “I can’t tell her I love her in case she turns me away, But she must love this flawless perfection anyway.” So which is it? Where do I fit, In this tug of war between your feelings and fears? All… Continue reading Why I Hate Ego
Maybe I had a tantrum. Well, so what? That’s just me. Apologies for getting hyper and silly, That happens when you’re nineteen. My eyes have seen more than yours, And still I force them to smile and shine. Not because I’m happy, I don’t want to drag you down. So fucking deal with my mood… Continue reading Part of the Package
I breathe and it pumps, Pushing regret out of my lungs. Thank goodness for pride, My sheet of gold armour. I lift my phone and click your name, “How’s it going?” I’m sure I could casually say. Reignite what was there, Before I stole the innocence away. Thank God for gold. Thank God.