My lover is causing me pain but it's not on purpose, so does it count anyway? It does sadly. It counts. All pain counts. You have no way of denying to yourself or even to your own eyes in the mirror- You've been lied to, or cheated on, or hurt.

My hair reminds me of weeds. The kind that choke the flowers. My existence is similar I think, I am what my hair says i am. my fingers prove to be what they say I am out to be. I choke beautiful things. my mess that more then sometimes always gets in my eyes. is a promise from what wallows inside. I blink blunder bleed. The picture in my mind speaks of me crossed legged in a garden. I am a weed. I think my very nature is in direct reference to those beautiful beautifully hated things. But the...

The absolute hardest thing for me to say in the least words possible: I want it but we can't because I know how it might end.