To be simple, to be free.I'm Catherine. I'm 20 and single. I'm bisexual and weird. I post everything I like. If you like it, talk to me, because I'll like you. If you don't like it, don't follow me, because nobody cares about you anyway.
Real life = cuddling in bed with my stuffed tiger watching movies, adventuring with old friends, having memories, and making new ones.
Diagnostics say my chest is tight-
The white coats don’t know you’re inside.
You come to me like poetry
And you whisper away like a thought.
I hope you stay until my sanity wakes,
But in the sun bright with knowing, I forgot.
Normal is an Island and I am the Sea, kissing the shoreline in sad reverie.
Kissing and missing the shoreline indeed,
Kissing goodbye to what cannot be.
What I gave in love was never enough
And I’m sorry that what you’ve got doesn’t cut it any longer.
I did have to cut you off, but not out. You’re still this thorn in my belly, a niggling reminder of something I’m too queasy to look at, something too tender to touch.
Look at all I wanted. Look at all I’ve lost.
That I could ever keep your gaze for mine
And that it could seep in from my sleep
Into my waking days;
That I could never be surprised by your persona
But the person inside would come to light
And nestle deep in me.
I wish you didn’t have the capacity to take what I have the capacity to give.
I wish more that you did not have the choice to refuse.
Guggenheim Bilbao by *MSM* on Flickr.
It’s the two week anniversary of fucking you over
And the for the first time I’m actually fine.
I Push Back.
