Designing a bedroom set with rare hardwood inlays trying to decide weather or not to carve patterns in them or not
The inner workings of my mind
1 year ago
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Sharing is caring but he never cared.
Folding and molding me into that square.
Punching and kicking, pulling my hair.
I’ll never let you take me there.
There in that square, the one you idolize, and synchronize.
Your ticks and tocks, put your tricks in your socks and go kick rocks motherfucker because I’m done.
It’s no fun living in the tornado once you know the truth.
The truth is the proof that you burnt in my brain.
It has a space there -
a section that I hope to live by when I’m older.
It’s labeled “What Not To Do” because of you.
You stuck me with the encyclopedia of shit.
This ugly book that someone took, but never read.
It’s all in his head. I’m sure of it.
Things like this, they don’t go away.
They scar your soul like an ever-burning coal,
designed to burn right through you.
It must be passed to another, someone to bear it’s burden.
- and who better than a boy.
A boy, one in the same,
With that radiant smile. The one
you no longer possess.
It angered you to see this - pure, uncontrollable joy.
Jealousy overcame you.
I became a toy.
Something to control.
It’s like your once superman like stature went bazarro.
and never went back
I wish it did but it never goes back.
At least not all the way
