Slimy thoughts

The inside of a tormented teenager.

Like slime, I fall for his moves. The deepness of his voice holds empty promises that linger like a sweet venom on my ear. Wrapped in his arms, tangled in his love, I drown under false hope. He leaves, leaves me shattered, holding on to the promises of tomorrow. Broken, that’s what I am. A shattered image of yesterdays hope. Living in a world where all you hope for is to find love, but it evades you at every turn. Endlessly wondering in search of something new. How do you handle the vacant hole left in your heart when you’re thrown out like yesterdays paper?