“Wait.” Charlotte felt his hand, calloused from over a decade of manual labour and guitar-playing, on her upper arm, his fingers just brushing the edge of her newest tattoo. She sighed inaudibly and turned, hoping some further embarrassment was not forthcoming. “I, uh… I didn’t mean it that way.” His words were quiet and rushed,… Continue reading In Their Own Time, They May Be
i’m so damn busy and i thought all this would fix it but now instead of spending all my time in your bed i waste away the hours in mine our heartbreak on my mind every time i see a post that says i’m sorry i repost it in the hopes that you’ll understand and every… Continue reading i’ll shut up eventually
his pleas for me to stay were like those of a confused child, his promises to do better like those of one abused, constantly wondering what they had done wrong when the answer was nothing, nothing, nothing. the way my soul reacted when he curled up on the bed with tears streaming down his face… Continue reading wish we’d never said “i love you”
You’ve lost me with your silence. With your ever-present, never-changing silence With your wordless, painful silence. Chilled, icy, impenetrable silence. Dark and thick, a strong and faithful wall of remaining silence. Save me from your silence . You can have me back with just 3 words that echo from your silence. Break the silence. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/break-the-silence/
i really should talk to him, but every day it gets easier not to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/shoulda-woulda-coulda/
it’s 5 a.m. this house is dark except for the flashes of lightning that punctuate the night and the porch light filtering in through the window above the door. alanis morissette is going on about something sad, and i’ve ignored your texts for the fifth night in a row. it gets easier every day, you know.… Continue reading who am i even talking to?
A group of us is in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant, making shakes, chatting, running food out to customers. It looks a bit like where I work, but it isn’t quite… Then he walks in, and beside him is a girl. Tall, thin, scantily-dressed, and gorgeous. I just huddle in my corner, finishing a drink order, trying… Continue reading piss off, sandman