Brie

Guess what ? I'm done . This is over . I don't miss you and I don't think I ever did . I just didn't want them to prove me right . But I'm done . Playing your games Going at each others throats over and over again just because we're both too stubborn . And mostly letting you control me . Because I don't even like you or love you anymore. I just needed to be right .

I am empty . Theres nothing special about me. I am just here .

Of course you don't notice me , sometimes I barely notice me too . It's like I am not even alive sometimes.

It's like I am a ghost . You never know they're there . They could be sitting right next to you .

Empty , like the bottle . Empty , like my stomach . Empty , my heart after you .

emotions , sometimes thick and sweet . rolling down your spine with joy . bursting in your mind with love .

emotions , other times cold and bare . ripping at your heart with pain . plaguing your steps (slow and weak ) with sadness .

emotions , always there . holding you down (a puppet ) with dominance. breaking you down with strength .

emotions, taking their time . you consider shortening yours.

the choice , love, lose, break,bruise, scream,cry, smile,shake,sing,dance, anger,pain,shame. or nothing . it's there but you can't feel it . you feel nothing. absolutely nothing .

would you rather suffer from emotion , or have none at all , and just be more alone than you were before . with not even your emotions to guide you ?

She is the girl called X ,

small and quaint

strong and sweet but no one will ever know that . because physically she is not special on the outside she is the girl called X on the inside she is a glaxay of stories a mind full of love and a heart full of beautiful blemishes but you will never know that because she is the girl called X .

I hadn't thought of you in weeks , maybe days. . . Sometimes I forget , that I make myself forget about you Until one day , you changed . but everything stayed the same .

she brought you up today . I don't think they knew I was keeping a tally in my head . counting how many days it would take to forget you . or how long it would take for the ache in my heart to go away

so here I am , tears running down my face , reminding myself you don't love me, & what she said can't be true because I thought I had just forgot about you .

I'm telling myself . those voices in my head . that bad men dont change but everything in my heart begs for you to stay .

but I remind myself I am not yours you are not mine and you dont want to be it was just a fairytale that I made up in my mind .