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What do I do with myself now that I'm unhappy? Been hating my life and the ways that it has me, caught in a bind between romance and fantasy. Wishing it was reality, because my reality seems broken. What a tragedy.
This seperation is damaging. Spirt filled bottles jump at me from the cabinetry. Drink to drown my sorrow, just another casualty. Enchanted by lust and magic, see, I can't tell whats happening. Part of me still wants you to come... back... for... me.
Yet the stronger me knows you're shallow and wicked. Nothing like the picture you depicted. Only felt worthless because I was addicted, to your taste, your touch, that smell of your hair, I couldnt get enough.
A break through. I know I can do this without you. I don't hate you, I thank you for helping me see this new angle. God sometimes sends obstacles in the form of an angel. When the path you walk has your feet burried to the ankles, just walk until you're unable. Then sprint like horses escaping the stable. Once you set yourself free, look at your past as a fable.
