Friday, 26 June 2015
I Decorated My Arm With A Tourniquet Whilst You Filled My Heart With Regret
I thought I was living when all this time I was actually dying. I thought I was receiving when actually I was just giving. So I've stopped praying. I've uncrossed my fingers. I've snuffed out every candle. For in light, memories and hopes can cruelly linger. And I've learnt, no good can come from either. If I'm to continue being a survivor. Darkness must be my guide, my only driver. Love has made me bitter but wiser.