“I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains.”
Category Archive: HEARTBREAKS
“It’s Not Me, It’s You. And all that hate must be eating at your soul!” [….click to read the full post]
Darling, everything is going to be alright. [….click to read the full post]
“I scream and sob as the nights go by. I can’t sleep…” — READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED — TW: This raw piece is about abusive relationships. The subject is dark, sensitive and emotional for all the obvious reasons. [….click to read the full post]
He spoke with a pain etched between his eyebrows. “We are sailing into destruction.”
Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven’t slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept […]
What is the point of picking someone’s broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole…only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
My words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers when the mind and the heart come together to fix the pain in my soul.
I bleed on the paper. I die. And then my breath survives another day."
© Fiona Crystal • June 30, 20197 | 03:35 AM
Fiona Diaries — 'Heartbeats and Wild Things' • All rights reserved
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.
No one knows how close I am to drowning. The universe just stops and a huge mass of empty space fills inside of me.
Her knight became her imprisoner…
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
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