He spoke with a pain etched between his eyebrows. “We are sailing into destruction.”
Heartbreaks
I am not here to talk about heartbreaks today. I am not here to talk about being lonely. No. I am here to tell you about a sweet little girl still living inside of you…
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.
I yearn for you. Always.
…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.
“It could have been worse. It can still turn worse.”
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.
I was afraid to look into your eyes. I was afraid to care for you. I was afraid […]
“You do not deserve this version of me.
Broken, damaged and lost.”
Love ruins me. It kills me inside. It eats me up from within. Love burns me. It turns […]
