He played with my heart strings and turned them into a song I can’t get out of my head.
Z. ELLIOTTHe played with my heart strings and turned them into a song I can’t get out of my head.
Z. ELLIOTTInstead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.
Z. ELLIOTTHe disappeared like a ghost in the night but I kept looking for him in the shadows of the moonlight.
Z. ELLIOTTGrief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.
Z. ELLIOTTI was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.
Z. ELLIOTTI’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.
Z. ELLIOTTAfter a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.
Z. ELLIOTTInstead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.
Z. ELLIOTTHe took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.
Z. ELLIOTTI had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.
Z. ELLIOTTBlue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.
Z. ELLIOTTInk pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.
Z. ELLIOTTI wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.
Z. ELLIOTTI never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.
Z. ELLIOTTI don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.
Z. ELLIOTTI pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.
Z. ELLIOTT