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December 10, 2019
 

This game, this cycle, the episodic tryst in between your bouts of regret and selfish indulgence.
I no longer am lifted up by the temporary relief of your jovial sways.
So now I look to my future as bleak solitude in the near future.
The reward of which will be breaking free of your clutches leaving you to your own devices.
I have no doubt you will survive in fact you will probably flourish.
The storm of chaos seething below the surface.. festering.
You’ve divulged the covetous feelings time and again and supported those testimonials with your malicious behavior.
I am left with great prolepsis

NEVER LOOK BACK
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December 2, 2019
 

... two years ago I was free, , independent, inspired and ready. Then I met you... it was fun and exciting. I knew I was playing with a very dangerous creature. We built a bond over time and we had an understating I took to heart. I cherished it and wrapped my heart around you and your words and protected them with every vibration of my being.
...one year ago I was struggling to mend the festering gaping wounds left by your claws, devastated and lost I remembered I love you. That means I gave my word.
... two years later those poisoned claws have torn through that calloused scar tissue around my heart, one last time.
... this is the last time. Not because I can’t withstand the pain, but yo...

MARTHA LUCIA
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