Just a Figment of Your Imagination

Anxiety strikes like midnight, I hate that dark cloud that visits every night like the ghost you can’t sage away. The familiar feeling of your heart being held hostage in your chest, you’d pay anything to have it back. The world sleeps as I toss through the witching hours. These shadow creatures come out to play house in my mind, coloring my memories black until I finally closes my eyes and let them slip away.

Bad Reputation

City girls dream big. Were a vicarious bunch hell bent on world domination. And how can you blame us, being natives to the center of the universe can leave you buzzed on the eternal hum of the city that never sleeps. This place is a constant mediation on glamour and grit, the illusions that lure us like moths to the flame. We’ve walked these streets an endless mile of memories in my mind and they continue to unfold as the years pass by. This is a new year with new adventures in New York City. With my best friend at my side, we’ve got an arsenal of attitude and exciting changes coming up.

19 years and angry

Was left the mess, the remanence of someone who could’ve been everything. But the cloud contuses, continues to dilute and I wish I could’ve said I knew you. What’s here and gone, or maybe never was is a smoldering illusion, delusion of another life I could’ve had. So instead I’ll close my eyes and let it fade away into a world where you never existed.