She was tattered. From the inside and out; only by putting everyone's lives ahead of hers. And she thought that was love. What feigned from her cognizance was the fact that it was the lack of love for her own self. And one can only love fulfillingly when they are completely at peace with their own self. The one truth she never grasped. She had given up on patching the tatters up, rather, she had fallen in love with caressing the texture of it. Falling in love with a number of things so often, had become a habit.
The disheveled face she had started to carry on the outside? Oblivion. Towards self integrity. But why did she let herself tear and rot away? The pain of separation and desperation. The guilt of breaking people. A maze of distorted self infliction. The frequency of her fainting spells and tears were at its' peak. Balled in a corner bawling so often, for something that she hasn't done, neither is she responsible for.
At the end of the day he still says: Never did she care, neither will she do. He too, lives in oblivion. Oblivion to acceptance. She's punishing herself for whatever it is that she did; yet unaware of her faults. She seems to be frolicking in the guilt of his sadness. Such are facades. And she expects he will run away from her. If he looks in the mirror, the misery of her actions, should make him run away. He must run away. The mirror worked for her.
A reality check was enough of a push for her. All she needed to do was look in the mirror. The answer to all her troubles was right there staring back at her. With empty eyes bruised under and broken skin, the reflection longed for freedom. And the misery, the moment of truth, made her decide to run away and never look back. Ever.
The disheveled face she had started to carry on the outside? Oblivion. Towards self integrity. But why did she let herself tear and rot away? The pain of separation and desperation. The guilt of breaking people. A maze of distorted self infliction. The frequency of her fainting spells and tears were at its' peak. Balled in a corner bawling so often, for something that she hasn't done, neither is she responsible for.
At the end of the day he still says: Never did she care, neither will she do. He too, lives in oblivion. Oblivion to acceptance. She's punishing herself for whatever it is that she did; yet unaware of her faults. She seems to be frolicking in the guilt of his sadness. Such are facades. And she expects he will run away from her. If he looks in the mirror, the misery of her actions, should make him run away. He must run away. The mirror worked for her.
A reality check was enough of a push for her. All she needed to do was look in the mirror. The answer to all her troubles was right there staring back at her. With empty eyes bruised under and broken skin, the reflection longed for freedom. And the misery, the moment of truth, made her decide to run away and never look back. Ever.
- ThatGirl. Again
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