Hope Karejwa
Bio
Letting go one step at a time, hopefully the monsters will move my pen faster than my thoughts.
Stories (3/0)
12:53
Mistake. I hate that word now. I called myself a mistake, and you agreed. Which is funny considering you wouldn't regret it. Considering you know you cant do this to me again but yet here we are. I hate that word so much now, it's such an ugly word. It's a word that hurts and one that slices right through the skin. I hate that word so much, and I hate my feelings too. I hate all these emotions and late night talks and hugs and laughter because it's all bullshit. We're two people sitting in the same car with two different destinations and only one wheel, so please tell me who's driving and where the next stop may be. I cant continue to be the one who's here for you when you want something spontaneous and then gone because you don't want me with what comes next. Yet you tempt me and kiss my neck and forehead and whisper it'll be okay into my ears like you know the future. How can you possibly know that when you cant be truthful with what you want. Do not tell me you care when you only want games. When you only want me as your mistake. I said I'll regret nothing and that you're the one with more to lose because this time I might be what's gone and that'll be your mistake.
By Hope Karejwa5 years ago in Poets
1:03 AM
This time it was different. No longer was she afraid to dive into the sea, rather she was eager. She wanted the dark, murky water to consume her from head to toe. She wanted nothing more than to be completely submerged into the one thing she had feared most because she realized there were scarier things in this world that could consumer her. She had hoped he wouldn't be one of them... but she was wrong. He breathed her in as if she melt like freshly baked cookies, he grabbed her as if he were a toddler holding onto their beloved toy, and he broke her as if she was just another thing to kill some time. So she let the ocean that once scared her, consume her because she realized... drowning in water seemed safer than drowning in false love.
By Hope Karejwa5 years ago in Poets