We Are Our Own Stories.

A bit of a song.  That feeling after a kiss. That thing you said that came out wrong. That person you’ll always miss.  That hug you needed more than you know. That time you went insane. That time you finally said no. It’s funny,  what sticks to your brain.

there will be times when you treat red flags like flowers and you’ll learn the hard way

we speak the same language even in  silence

she is sad today the darkness seems darker than usual and her pain seems to be turning delusional her addiction is growing fonder of her the cycles are expanding  and getting stronger she sits quietly night after night  in her aching  discomfort if only she knew there was still so much hope yet to discover

she was so dazed and blinded by the memory like a bad dream where no one is there but her worst enemy when she left the colors started changing the grass grew taller and the skies turned blue she would become herself again if only she knew