it only took a few short, soft spoken words for you to get inside of my head.
and beneath all of the words i didn't say are all the ones i couldn't bring myself to think.
curious you are, boy.
chivalry at it's finest.
contradictory, love and lust have become old friends of mine.
i don't even know what those words mean anymore.
i won't let my guard down.
i can't become comfortable.
i'm not allowing anyone the least bit of close.
i fear being loved and being wanted,
safe and being whole.
being someone else's baby.
i thought half a year could cure me,
but i'm still wounded, and i'm weary.
and cynical even though i swore to myself i wouldn't be.
i swear i should be an actress.
surrounding my heart, walls have been built.
they speak for me and that's where the bitterness brews.
free will usually gets the best and worst of me.
i know you're already bitter towards me.
they say 'things fall apart so better things can fall together'
but truth is, somethings always falling apart.
and people walk out through the exact same doors they come in.
About Me
- RachelAnne
- Milwaukee, Wi
- hi, i'm Rachel. i'm almost nineteen years old and i'm a college student living in Wisconsin. i don't like it here, but i love Milwaukee. i want to make music someday, along with leaving the country. i'm slowly figuring everything out, and i try to look at the good in things and people. i'm a clutz, i tend to swear too much, and i never get enough sleep. this blog's a bit personal, but it's kinda what keeps me sane. read away, if you'd like.
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