As of late my mornings are unforgivably harsh to the psyche. I spend them in constant dream recovery. They reveal to me the person whom I wish to write, whom I either refuse to or can no longer. No surprises here as I beg the question on repeat; am I ever going to see your …
Tag Archives: regret
the ‘i miss you’ complex
she, who was once starry-eyed, full of curiosity and intrigue, has been granted a loss of innocence. a death of the soul. a void manifests within the hearts deepest depths. it is a black-hole that attracts everything that was once out of reach – and subsequently destroys them along with the hope, dreams, and life …
foolishness
what a fool i was to allow you to lead me to my demise. what a fool i was to fall for such a jester. what a fool i was to let you infiltrate my heart. what a fool i am to continue to long for your affections. what a fruitless game of love, i …
the regret of reality
it truly is a strange universe to live in, which between every breath is a heartbeat of yearning, of desire, and an ever-inching chasm of what truly is. the harsh reality of reality itself. the emptiness of what could never be, but the fullness of hope. perhaps life is inherently paradoxical. – olivia
a bitter death
the irony in avoiding the full disclosure of affections, in fear of their departure. i suppose it takes the most delusional to believe someone is truly special, when in reality no one truly is. how bittersweet to leave, feigning optimism. yet within us echoes impending melancholy. truly foolish. – olivia
a wolf wearing sheep’s clothes
reconnecting with one once known rekindles the person i once was, when we were anything but acquaintances. i do this warily, knowing i am severing the stem of growth i have succombed to throughout the years. one can always tell when we’re wearing outgrown clothes. the indents are shown through the flushed skin, impromptu prolonged …
pandemonium & more 