Today I had no desire to see the sun rise or set, Oxygen was nothing short of an enemy.
Being the other women is not an accomplishment, it’s a chore…It requires more of you… More that you’re willing to know. – The other woman…
Stop using me as a gateway of passing time Idled between ruined fantasies and happily ever afters. –The Other Woman
I love myself enough for it to over shadow the love I initially thought I needed from others. K.M
I’m topless,standing by my window, Overlooking the lake. Realizing that life is about everything… Everything but life. K.M
My silence benefits no one but my hungry insecurities which fail to rest from roaring whispers of self doubt and “girl! I told you so”.