
George Road


The scent of you lingers between each strand of my tousled blonde hair... It clings to me faintly and embraces me softly as if you are still right there.
My head is loud... It never stops, It never quiets. It only screams, It only riots. It's against serenity, It's against contentment. It wants anxiety, It wants resentment. My head is loud. My mind is angry. My ears are deafened. My eyes stare blankly.





I didn't fall in love with him,
I fell in love with his potential.
I romanticized his possibilities,
instead of what was evidential.
I fell in love with who he could be,
but not for who he actually was.
I bargained with empty promises,
for the false pretenses of love.





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