Kissland

A few things from this last week that I just didn't get around to posting:

You were wrong, the imaginary form of something that was never there.Carving out more emptiness than what was there to start.
Unreal fake flattery.
Reality bitter reality.
You were never really mine.
Fade your face in time.

Sometimes I want more than anything to disappear.
To not feel.
Detach myself from this all too sullied flesh.
This process is never pretty.
And I have to remind myself that this is what I need to learn to stop doing this shit over and over again
If I don't shake this feeling I might not return