Trapped In Wonderland

  A promise can be poison. 

Every time I write about you its like I’m writing about the sun. A source of light, something gentle that makes everything glow with its powerful rays. 

People come and go as they please. That’s a fact. And that’s why we have doors - so we have a say in who we let in. We should have mental and emotional doors too. Because when something is a fact, and when it plays out, you can’t blame it on people. You can only blame yourself for being ignorant. 

I call myself a writer but all I've ever written were elegies for the love I used to feel for you but died tragically. It died tragically after you left me with open wounds that won't mend; bruised me with words way too abusive, they make me shake uncontrollably even now. 

When Angels of Darkness and Light Fall