it’s the love story when love is not enough or love is too much. i’m still trying to figure out. every battered entry, every memory of fights and break ups. the words- the motion that drives mouths to move, but the heart beats against. this has become the same song and dance. the tears still brand new, every salty taste. the aching pain starting from the fading butterflies in the pit of the stomach to the ambiguous words balled in a knot in the throat. knowing it needs to be said, but the heart writing against the last spoken word.
Filed under love &+ heartache
I believe that every girl is a princess and a woman a queen -every female has a crown. I’ve always said my hair was my crown. With that said I wouldn’t have it any other way or share my crown with anyone else. ❤
i can never do anything right in your eyes
to you all i do is cheat steal and lie
you tell me to be grateful yet i naive to ever believe
you’ll treat me like a daughter you’ve once conceived
everyday you remind me i’m a mistake i never was meant to happen
to have the thought of your blood running through my veins
you curse and take our Lord’s name in vein
i admit to have put you through hell in the past
two years later you make the feeling last
i said my apologies and your forgiveness i always ask
even through my efforts to redemption you won’t let down my past
you only see me as a convict a drunk and a drug addict
just the sight of my face is a reminder to never love me
ask anyone around you all i try to do is make you happy
even if it means to sacrifice what i want to do in my life
all i wanted was for you to accept me, but you wouldn’t allow me to be me
instead you dictate who you want me to be
i tried to be the person the one you pictured perfect
as hard as i try to follow your lie
i am just a reject, who burden your lives
please forgive me for i can never do anything right in my parents eyes
you’re beautiful you’re made for so much more than all of this
