
Marsh’s Library


When reflections off the pavement no longer make you smile, and you haven't heard your own laughter echo for awhile... When the thought of any affection makes you want to scream, yet the thought of physical pain makes your eyes begin to gleam... When your fist feels more natural being curled up into a ball, but it somehow feels even better when it makes contact with a wall... When you're no longer sure if happiness is obtainable, and your fake-ass smile is sad and unsustainable... When there's no longer beauty found in every day things, then what's the point of seeing what tomorrow even brings?
I'm unworthy of your warmth. I deserve the solitude and loneliness that lives inside me, not the comfort of being between your arms. I'm not meant for contentment, I'm meant for failure. I am perpetually reckless, selfish, and stubborn... making me undeserving of any form of love from you.




I can wish and want and dream until my mind fizzles out from unrest, but still you won't be here. I will remain here alone, restless without your presence as I pace my way through memories only I'm left to recall.






The present only exists for a single second. Everything prior is immediately the past, and everything further belongs to the future. But that's time... fleeting and relentless. Placing timelines on moments the second they've begun.
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