Photographs and Poetry
Have you ever wondered why I stopped? Don’t tell me that you’re there for me When I fell, all you did was break me even further I applaud myself for being able to rise again when you tried to drown me
I hear you. Though, can I ask if you heard yourself? The words you use, the tone that comes with Do you know how much that affects someone? You say spiteful things, in hopes they retaliate They didn’t You say it again You feed off their pain, their hurt They get angry, you fault them for not having enough patience That they are better than them Comparison after comparison Are you done? Because I am I am tired And I am fucking exhausted I am not enough I am never enough
I’d run to catch your fall. #photography #art #you #oneliner #Adidas #pureboost #threestripes #iphonex #vsco #vscox
I detoured twice, only to find that you have something of mine. #photography #iphonex #lights #art #poetry
I have photographic memory of you.
I tried. I tried to walk away. I tried not to look your way. And still, I find myself coming back to you anyway.
I am what I am, because you made me to be who I am. If I had a choice, if I wasn’t given an ultimatum, oh the possibilities.