#amons-abyss

[amons-abyss]

March 2020

I was so damn angry I could set the world on fire. Some days I felt like I contained my rage well and other days I felt like it was slipping out of every pore. I would lie and say I didn’t know where it came from or how it started but I knew exactly the root from which it stemmed. I was angry at how people treated the state of my existence.

I existed only when it was convenient for them (Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

8/27 @9:35am

You make me feel like I’m hard to love when my love for you has only ever been patient.

-(Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

He smelled like tobacco but his mouth tasted like burnt coffee.

(Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

What a tragedy it is to cry over someone who never loved you.

(Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

If people were colors, he’d be the color indigo. Always in the middle and hard to distinguish his boundaries. Representing a deep under layer that makes you want to extract more from underneath the surface to truly dissect and assemble one’s identification. Was he blue? Was he violet? The answer was neither but rather in between, and it was a result that left me puzzled the more I tried to understand.

10/27/19 (Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

Who was she? When did it start? Mindless questions I didn’t really need the answers to, yet they pecked at my brain anyway.

The new girl in his life (Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

If I decide to open my heart to you again, will you make me regret it?

September 2019 (Via amons-abyss)

[amons-abyss]

It was always someone else. Always another hidden option that became victor.

(Via amons-abyss)