“Why won't she let me in”
I ask myself. She's cold.
Sarcastic & mean. Yet I'm
still in love with her, why
won't she see?
I tell her that I love her, over
& over. She just stares at me
as if I'm an idiot. But I have
me back, or am I an idiot two
times over?
“I'm gonna break down those
walls” I tell her. She merely
stares at me & yet I smile broadly
& kiss her over and over.
I'm gonna break down those
walls. I just gotta make em fall!! They keep her away from me. Sealing her off from the rest the world. I need to break her free.
“I love you so much. Don't you
love me?”
I ask. “Of course I do” She
sighed, as if it was a hard task.
“Say it” I say. She looks at me,
as if I've gone daft. But then her emotionless eyes suddenly
glazed over, with something not even an artist could draft.
“I... I-i love you...” She
muttered. Tears dripped down
chin. And then I grunted
Why is the one love, crying in
pain? Was it hard for her to
admit her love or have I broken
her? Like the wrecking of a train.
I held her close as she sobbed softly. There& then, I knew I
had broken down her walls
and she let me.
She knew that I loved her so.
And she loved me back, unlike
all the other hoes. I had broken down those walls, I had now
made them fall.
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This update is in honour of my mom. We were busy making potato chips in the oven just now when I got whiplash but it was sooo sore. Like I legit cried and then mom panicked. She did all these weird things.
• Put salt under my tongue
• Stuffed chips in my mouth
• Then warmed the beanbag and put around my neck to ease the pain.
She's a bitch sometimes but I still love her.💙💙💙
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