Catharsis, Original Poetry

A sharp, projecting point

There are things I regret And one of them is you. For trusting and forgiving, For stupidly believing. Long years are not worth the vanity and deceit. The narcissictic tendencies that build a fake reality. Mirrors make light shine but broken people don't. Even when put together, cracks will always show. Pity, pity, pity How… Continue reading A sharp, projecting point

Original Poetry

Life minus my choices

No nervous breakdowns for 4s & 5s No 3 days of crying over my first broken heart No several years of redefining myself or pathetically going after the definition I wanted. No year of being stuck in a sordid affair No infidelities stuck in my conscience No moments I wish I had not wasted or… Continue reading Life minus my choices