Saturday, 31 December 2011

'Keep this between me and you..'

'... Don't tell your mother, but if you want to live your life,
then pack your bags and leave quietly,' he said.
'Write me a note telling me that I am no longer your father,
and that you are no longer my daughter. But please don't 
bring everyone else down with you.'
'Ok,' she said.

With her heart so black with hatred she let the tears roll and the time pass,
and thought to herself, 'I'm free.'

'Please?'

... she asked.
'No,' he replied.

And that was the moment she realised she fucking hated him,
for everything and nothing all at once.
If being nice were not second nature to her, she would
have shoved him the finger.

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

shit.

Well fuck you and everything you stand for,
for nothing matters,
I just miss you.


Monday, 26 December 2011

Don't

waste your time on me,
You're already the voice inside my head.

-Blink182, I Miss you

3 words that kill me inside

MAYBE ONE DAY.

Friday, 23 December 2011

I feel

this draft in my chest,
where once there was a wind breaker,
now only lies the occasional speck of dust.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Here,

Where you once were there is a stain.