Saturday, October 1, 2011

Feeling such a lack of love and sense of self worth. I want to rip out my hair, and tangle my eyelashes, and cut my heart into a million pieces that the winds could blow away. Where is the shape of a woman in me except the blackness of a silent moon? I never needed to know if you could love me. I needed to know if you could need me. And who will you keep warm in the winter if it's not me?
I wish you were sorry. But no, you are not sorry. You, are not sorry.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you're okay.
    I hope things turn better than okay, one day, soon.
    x

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