I Used To Think The Worst Case Scenario  would Be You Decided You Disliked The Real Me But Your Apathy

How do you fix something so broken?

I pray one day you will drunk text me So you can finally find the freedom to express all those things you’ve locked up deep down

I want...

I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.

I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.

But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.

Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.

I’m no good with waiting.

The silence. The wondering. The voices chattering. It kills me.

But I wait.  For you.

~ Lyss

I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore

When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion

What is life without passion?