Accountability (Scribble)

I can so easily recall days when we’d run off to steal a few moments to ourselves. When we forgot about the world together. But my emotions have always been intense things. Some more than most can handle. I never thought they’d be too much. In hindsight, I probably should’ve known. I got careless.

My fault. Not yours.

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Scribble

No more alcohol to drown my sorrows. No more food to escape the bitter taste of regret that settles like bile on my tongue. Perhaps… that’s for the best. Because there’s no peace to be found at the bottom of a bottle, and I’ve drowned my senses too long already.

My mind has clouded over, and I’ve forgotten that there’s always solace to be found in wreckage, kindness during ages of uncertainty, and most of all, love, when we feel none at all.

So, it’s enough now.

It’s enough.

Feel a Fool (Scribble)

During the early hours of dawn, when I wait for my memories to come out and play, I realized that some ghosts could be summoned. I like to think that it was my desire to avoid them that caused me to reach for your shoulders, scrambling for purchase long gone, searching for warmth in a place I’ve already been told I have no home, but that would be a lie.

I know my reasons best.

I’ve always been a simple person—and defeat has never tasted so good than against your lips.