the bitter collection

Shortcuts
There are no shortcuts in life and in love… pain must be felt. The alternative is much worse. This is what makes us special, beautiful even, this makes it worthwhile, the pain of how we love, because with pain there is hope, somewhere between the agony, optimism and prayer. This is what we are….


You’ve always been the procrastination inside of me

Spilling your guilt along the corners of my imperfection.I don't have time for your visits. And frankly you're disgustingthe way you go about drinking your own insults.

And I swear I lost it all

Trembling in my bedwithout the strength to standand to help myself, I was worthless in the center of the world


Dreams…
I always dream that the one I like
would feel the same way I feel,
if they do its wonderful
if they don’t then
I have to move on…

Scar tissue
It is been said that time heals all wounds, I do not agree… the wounds remain; In time, the mind protecting its sanity covers the wound with scar tissue and the pain lessens but it is never gone
- Rose Kennedy


Birth
All children mythologize their birth; it is a universal trait you want to know someone? Heart, mind and soul? Ask hi to tell you about when he was born. What you get is not the truth; it will be a story, and nothing is more telling than a story
- Vida Winters, tales of change and desperation


Crazy stuff

It was a short affair; it was never a love affair. I confused myself with the warmth and joy I feel whenever I am with you. And you know how this is; the one always vulnerable and hoping is the one hurt. It sucks as hell because I come across desperate for something I know subconsciously, is impossible. But I am not the only one at fault. You do not give signs that you like me too, you don’t say words that will make me fall for you, you do not fix my stuff and surprise me the day after that you made something special just for me… don’t do that if you don’t have feelings for me…. It’s misleading and unfair. I know that you are never gonna want anything more that what we have and I’m always going to in the first place I don’t know what we have??? Yes, I may have misinterpreted signs, but I won’t if you did not give any stimulus. It just not right don’t blame me if I loved you… it’s your fault… you made me do it. There will always be an inevitable outcome here I’m just not sure what it is yet…


The drugs don’t work

There is an emptiness I keep embracing; there is a longing I keep yearning…
Even the strongest drugs don’t work to at least temporarily occupy the vulnerability of my being…
I’m lost and I don’t know if I will be able to find myself again.