You're sticking me with pieces
Of someone else's journey.
Weaving in some strangers theories.
But just know that
I'll never be enough,
I'll always be empty.
Starving,
For a truth of my own.
Waiting for my own soul,
To be mixed with the newness in me.
Because I'll always be a reject,
Of someone's memory
Unless I write my own.
Only then
I'll be enough.
-simra . T
she was a vengeful goddess whose love preceded her — whose love was so consuming, it ruined her.
and he was her devout follower who would ruin himself for her.
I said it would be fine. That i was okay just being your friend... until you told me that you love her and that you would wait for her. You once said that to me, and now you dont even think about what we once had, because to you, that was nothing. I knew i was just your rebound, but i just wanted to know what it was like. I was in it for the rush, that high you get. But little did i know there would be such a dark fall after. Were good. Weve both moved on. But, still i go back to us holding hands in the movie theatre, telling me you love me. Well, not really. You went back to her a few weeks later. Youre chasing someone who doesnt love you, and im chasing you, who doesnt love me. What made me this messed up that i dont look at the people who love me but only think about the one who doesnt? Because whats not healthy for you always has the best high, and once youve had a taste, youre hooked.