“A passionate woman is worth the chaos.”
— (via bruisedbbygirl)

(via outscores)

Confused and mislead. I wrote what I felt. And felt what I wrote.

Just a few more words. Can’t take this blade out of my fucking throat.

You’re floating on this cloud of ambiguity. No more communication.

No more gratuity.

I can’t live this way, behind the shadow of your doubt.

You probably never felt the way I did. But it doesn’t matter now.

But maybe, just maybe. I don’t really fucking know how.

It was fine to begin with. That you weren’t wearing some sort of crown.

I was proud to have you.

True happiness came forth.

I was willing to wait.

But now all that’s left.

Is damage.