Ellipsis

09 May 2011 2 Comments

by vocalartillery in Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up.

“It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again.”

I could write you a novel of the things I wish you’d see in me.

I can paint you a picture of the hours I’ve spent thinking about you…without you.

There is still a faceless man still in my dreams. I’ve seen glimpses of him. He’s tall, and handsome.

I watch Cinderella just to feel like a princess.

My life is filled with justification…

for giving away the little pieces of my heart, I know I’ll never get back.

My pot is missing its lid…

My socks are unmatched…

and my bed is still cold.

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