If you’re trying to be a playmate don’t be surprised when he plays dumb even though he knew every single day he played with your feelings for fun This was always just a big game and now its time for you to unplug.
I keep on seeing these bookmarks telling me where I left off but I can’t go back to that plot without hurting my heart; maybe it’s time for a fresh start.
You see, I was reading for so long learning how I could belong and maybe that’s where I went wrong because it shouldn’t be so hard to appreciate another person’s art.
Now I look at my bookcase a mix of textbooks on display many unfinished but still I wait because I’m afraid to turn the page; for this chapter in my life to go away.
I think the problem with my head is that I identify with all I’ve read memorizing lines by accident and prolonging the feelings I said because I never wanted the story to end.
I’m really not trying to live in the past tense but why after all the ways you made my mind bend do I still want to protect you from the consequence of how you destroyed me with your actions?
I’m really not trying to cause any hurt you might even ask “why would she print these words?” and it’s because I’ll never be able to move forward until I put these feelings on the record.
“Destroyed from the Inside Out” by Valerie Parente
Love Vs. Obsession (One in the Same) by Valerie Parente
What is the difference between love and obsession?
Because the two are synonymous in a mind like mine.
And I’m really not trying to cross a line
but I can’t control the way feelings reorganize my mind.
Why is obsession only beautiful
when obsession is mutual?
You say I have to apologize when I care in that beautiful way
Everybody else gets to experience love without the shame
Now the girl with OCD starts to love and it’s called insane
But I really can’t help it that love and obsession have always been one in the same.
People who say they don’t like art don’t understand that every single thing in reality is a form of expression, thus can be categorized as artwork. Throughout your life you go through different phases, all eerily bound by theme and divine timing, each phase being a piece of artwork. A chapter in a book is a written form of expression and a chapter in your life will prove to be equally as expressive but in a more mental form. And life itself is your grandest art project. Make it beautiful.
Why is it that
my deepest pain
is not the pain of loss or betrayal or heartbreak
it’s the pain that has no reason for being there
no origin
as if I was simply born with this
and I can’t help but wonder
do other people feel this too?
An inexplicable pull into a black hole? Meant to consume.