Perhaps I made a mistake, leaving my heart for safekeeping in a city so very far away. Because all my actions are tainted with this endless emptiness it’s left within me. There’s nothing more I can say, there’s nothing more I can ask you to think. When I look in the mirror, I don’t recognise this face that looks back at me. I used to believe, I had the strength to be...
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. We don’t actually fear death,...– T.S. Eliot
you’re this and you’re that, but you’re not good enough we’re both hopeless romantics spinning apart and i’m struggling to hold onto this hope pulsing in my heart i’m waiting for you to notice but i don’t know how long before the wait is enough it’s so hard to be strong, when you know no one is looking on and i’m struggling too i feel...