amaru

6:28 PM Scarlet Amour 0 Comments


I think to the days where i had it all planned out.
from my experience time is never on your side

When i was young and wanted to be a princess.
I'm stuck in a fairy tale & I'm not sure how to get out.
He was dreamy and he was everything i shouldn't have.
we were happy.

his knife stabbed just as hard as his words and left a gaping hole in me and i haven't felt the same since.
I lost all my friends.

I think at this point you should be angry. so so angry. maybe because you have a heart one size too big.

you are who you love. not who loves you.
I still need to remind myself every morning to smile
and i found myself reminded to keep you away from me.

Nostalgic is my middle name.
emotions are colors and I don't feel colors very often anymore.

My cheeks are still stained with tears but I am stronger now.
the blood pumping from my weak heart is full of love.

I never got the chance to thank you for breaking my heart.
These flowers you picked for me were once the most beautiful. even though they are dead, they remind me of us.

Scars are made to tell a story. A story of life a story of miracles and a story of survival.
I am no longer in love with a boy who kisses like a tsunami. but overtime the thunder comes around I swallow the taste of lightning off my tongue, and try to catch my breath.

I don't know where you are.
I accept you as a dream that haunts me every now and again and, as a wonderful memory and nothing less.

what a marvelous way to die.







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I will never forget.

5:53 PM Scarlet Amour 0 Comments


Touch.
I remember each finger that fit so perfectly with mine.
The white noise. The dreams, the gentle movements as we slept so peacefully.
I remember sleeping with a body that felt missing. 
I remember the void.
I remember chills as skin upon skin, we loved. 
The deep color in those eyes. 
I remember car doors and yellow lights like the color of the sun when our smile's lit up the room like a white snowy day at the beginning of January.
I remember the alarms that I never woke up to and the smells that made my soul feel so alive. 
I remember the flowers. So colorful like love notes from the soul that wilted so deeply throughout time.
It reminded me of the heart. 
Each painful beat that seem to never end with every aching second. Every aching head ache, every mention of the relentless 3 worded phrase. 
It reminds me of death. 
and how I've never wanted to die alone.
& those flowers. 
that i've never got myself to throw away.

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Vulnerability.

9:35 PM Scarlet Amour 6 Comments




"Paris 
was forced
 to live in a basement
 held at gunpoint."

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