I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, December 12, 2011
The Dirt Beneath Fingernails
Even though cold is colder. Far is further. Now is longer. Even though it takes so long to dig myself out of you. I still dig.
i dig to free myself. it may sound stupid after being so hurt by you, but i wish to be wrapped up in someone new. someone better. someone that makes *me* better. someone that could maybe, someday, hopefully love me the way you swore you never could.
The dirt beneath fingernails, it's there from digging still. Somedays, I don't remember why I make a mess of myself like this, and think to myself if I leaving your depths is truly what I want.
...ooh... I am going to use this as a status update..! I get to look profound and express myself without anyone really suspecting that this is how I am really feeling..! (of course, I always credit you..!
Ever since I've since tedex I'm wondering if you really feel it :$ im so sorry but it's just you broke my illusion :( I never thought you to be bold.
ReplyDeleteYou can't hate without loving.
ReplyDeleteOne does not exist without the other.
How quintessentially symbiotic !
i dig to free myself. it may sound stupid after being so hurt by you, but i wish to be wrapped up in someone new. someone better. someone that makes *me* better. someone that could maybe, someday, hopefully love me the way you swore you never could.
ReplyDeleteThe dirt beneath fingernails, it's there from digging still. Somedays, I don't remember why I make a mess of myself like this, and think to myself if I leaving your depths is truly what I want.
ReplyDelete...ooh... I am going to use this as a status update..! I get to look profound and express myself without anyone really suspecting that this is how I am really feeling..! (of course, I always credit you..!
ReplyDeletei love your writing.
ReplyDeleteand i was wondering.
are you a girl or a guy?
He, She, wait he, wait she, wait me, wait I... was wondering if you're a pseudonym. ;)
ReplyDelete... and when I accomplish that, it will be time to dig you out of me.
ReplyDeleteit's hard in the morning to tell the difference between the dirt and the dried blood, under mine. It's so hard to tell where you finish and I end.
ReplyDeleteYou are the dirt beneath my fingernails. Dirt is cleaner. Cold is warmer. Far is closer. Now is this very moment. Digging deeper x
ReplyDeletebreak free
ReplyDeletesearch your soul
for what is yours
they will remain
carved out
free, from
the other
Great writing!
ReplyDeleteYes dig until I end up crying thinking about you..!!
ReplyDeleteIt's a painful process and I don't want to do it alone, but I will if I have to. I'd rather do something than nothing at all.
ReplyDeletedigging under the illusion that the tunnels i've built will take me out of here. instead i go deeper into you.
ReplyDeleteI've been in this mess for such 7 long years. I tried to get out. But I keep coming back.
ReplyDeleteAs you should.
ReplyDelete