Tuesday, September 24, 2013

sleepsong (last resort).

“Was I just a riot you loved to watch up close?” —Warsan Shire
If I ever see the Poet again (which is highly likely since we like similar music and have a lot of mutual friends), I'm going to punch him in the face or splash disgusting cheap beer on his pants. Hopefully he'll just stand there and accept it because I think deep down he knows he deserves it.

Pathetic unstable ex-girlfriend: 1
Self-assured cockface: 0

I cannot believe I was conned into believing that he was blameless when he told me his previous relationship ended because she accused him of rape. In what mindset would that have been okay to me? A suicidal one, that's what. He used my insecurities about my body and the future to let me believe lies like come on, I know you want to and well why did you invite me over if you didn't want to do this? And the best part? I thought it was something I was doing wrong. Stupid. Fucking. Asshole.
“All you want is someone onto whom you can cling
Your mother warned of strangers and the dangers they may bring
Your dreams and memories are blurring into one
The scenes which hold the waking world slowly come undone.”