lie to me

Trying to keep your head above midnight, but its sinking to the abyss; sensory overload. You're overwhelmed and under prepared. Orchestrated heartache - he's following the script you gave him, you should be moved, you are static. You take every role they give you and you play it well, deviating just... Sign in to see full entry.

Naked is not enough anymore, at times you would think it was too much, but today, now, naked is not enough. There is a vulnerability you hide from, you avoid and you escape. You are shadows and sheets; a 5am window of opportunity, you have the upper hand and you use it; but this is daylight, this is... Sign in to see full entry.

Vision tunnels; sounds muffle. Control lost in the search for freedom (which is never found, but independence helps disguise this failure). She finds her handle and squeezes tight, propped up on display, arched back, hip solid against the only thing stopping her from falling flat on her face. Beauty... Sign in to see full entry.

Nothing good happens after two am. She reminds herself as she cuts another line on the bathroom sink, then adds another layer of war paint; no one sees the white, when you’re covered in black and red. We all have boundaries, limits – rules; we are the only ones who know how far we can go, how much... Sign in to see full entry.

there is a kindness wrapped in your words of heartbreak too unoften heard and the tightness inside my chest leaves me paralysed. no, i cannot say that you were mine but i would pretend from time to time and think about what could've been. and if i should fall down at your feet i pray you do not step... Sign in to see full entry.

"I will support your decision." Tell me what part of that is supposed to instill comfort? I'm looking for the silver lining, but it's shaded in grey. Someone please, tell me what I'm meant to feel here because I'm struggling. "What are you going to do?" Your words are emptier than your wishes, and... Sign in to see full entry.

We can hear the first beat to the flat line keeping up with the time lapse lifeline I do not worry for actions, reactions - cause or purpose. It is the aftermath that aches. The waking guilt, the regret... The sitting in the street and a stranger asking if you're ok. This is the consequence - the... Sign in to see full entry.

She is not present here, she is caged. A kept woman with no face, in a house that is not hers but she cannot leave. Bound and gagged by a reality she cannot escape but is not a part of. I open my doors to her but she cannot depart, instead slams them in my face as if I was the one who wronged her.... Sign in to see full entry.

With open hands, palms up. She is honest. A parlor trick, a fine art. He takes them from her and turns them over. Chipped varnish, grazed and bruised. Teeth marks on her knuckles, in between her fingers chapped. Palms up to show she is honest. He turns them down to see the truth. She wants to think... Sign in to see full entry.

People will always leave, they will always be forgotten and I am certain I will always be unhappy. Contact, his thumb hit the zipper, automatic, like a magnet, careful, slow and meticulous, unwrapping her like a gift that was not his (and she was no mans, he was right in this). He would wrap her... Sign in to see full entry.