He hadn’t asked for the air in my lungs, but I’d given it to him along with all the other things he didn't need from me.
I was too much. [herthoughtsarecaught]
seen from Bangladesh
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He hadn’t asked for the air in my lungs, but I’d given it to him along with all the other things he didn't need from me.
I was too much. [herthoughtsarecaught]
An apology (of sorts)
I’m sorry that everything I do is half-hearted.
I can barely muster up the courage
to fully be
myself.
She is here
She trudges through the day into the dusk
where she lays, half awake
until the moon appears in the window.
It is 3am and she is happy here.
This is where she finds herself.
Time travel
I popped out for a moment
And returned to see her lying on the floor,
staring into space.
I had only been gone for a few minutes,
Yet her mind had travelled for days.
Maybe the place matters
I was sitting in a supermarket car park
when I deemed myself a failure.
And I cried
because it felt like the truth.
Virgin heart
Her heart bears no scars. She has not yet lived enough to love deeply. She does not know what it means to lie on a bed of roses, full of thorns.
>.<
I haven’t posted on here in over two weeks.
Sorry! (last post is v. relevant, now)
I went through a ‘dip’, so my nonchalance became demotivation. I struggle to see my future, so it’s really hard for me to get stuff done as it doesn’t feel like I’m working towards anything.
Last week I met up with someone for a chat about looking for work, etc and I’ve been set a number of creative tasks to do by the end of June. I was never one for getting things done early, so a bulk of it will probably be done in May. >.< Anyway, hopefully that means I’ll get more poetry and stuff done, but I will have that stuff and what I post on here separate. So I’ll need to decide what goes where. This is slow-going, I know. Check in on me in a few weeks. I might have gotten myself together by then.
We will always be sorry for something.
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