That wasn't me.
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dogslinwriter
dogslinwriter Chaos, Peace and Poetry
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Title inspiration: Brandi Carlile's That wasn't me.
Its been a while. I've missed commaful.

That wasn't me.

I used to fancy the taste of despair,

I used to fancy the taste of despair, it made me feel sane.

I used to fancy the taste of despair, it made me feel sane. I've broken my heart and blamed callous minds

I used to fancy the taste of despair, it made me feel sane. I've broken my heart and blamed callous minds Picked up shreds of me

I used to fancy the taste of despair, it made me feel sane. I've broken my heart and blamed callous minds Picked up shreds of me and turned them into

I used to fancy the taste of despair, it made me feel sane. I've broken my heart and blamed callous minds Picked up shreds of me and turned them into beads of metaphors.

Drank a bottle

Drank a bottle and thought the pain

Drank a bottle and thought the pain would vanish,

Drank a bottle and thought the pain would vanish, loved recklessly,

Drank a bottle and thought the pain would vanish, loved recklessly, savoring every poison

Drank a bottle and thought the pain would vanish, loved recklessly, savoring every poison that came in my way,

Drank a bottle and thought the pain would vanish, loved recklessly, savoring every poison that came in my way, as if my life was just another mistake.

I was a "by chance" within my mind,

I was a "by chance" within my mind, so I did what I did,

I was a "by chance" within my mind, so I did what I did, casualties ascertained.

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul I spoke of the wild,

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul I spoke of the wild, and wrote about warmth

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul I spoke of the wild, and wrote about warmth a liar among pretty words,

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul I spoke of the wild, and wrote about warmth a liar among pretty words, making promises to vulnerabilities

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul I spoke of the wild, and wrote about warmth a liar among pretty words, making promises to vulnerabilities like a dishonest lover.

With a bloody mouth and a hell-bent soul I spoke of the wild, and wrote about warmth a liar among pretty words, making promises to vulnerabilities like a dishonest lover. (No longer am I afraid to be crazy.)

(No longer am I afraid to be crazy.)

-dogslinwriter

I am sorry for leaving without notice, I have been figuring things out for myself. I do not underrate the kind of support I have recieved from this community and hence please accept the apology, lovely people <3 Since the daily prompt for today was thanks, I'd like to thank some people I met here.

@stadarooni aka Alex, he has been extremely supportive of my writing here and as a friend, if I was able to write again it was because of him. If you are familiar with grey's anatomy, one word for it, he is 'my person' <3, if not, too bad you are missing out. :P Thank you Alex for being the wonderful person you are.

@rosarlei aka Daniel, If I could ever thank him for the things he has done for me I would, but no amount of words could do that at this moment. Though lets start here: Thank you Daniel for all that you do and for leading by example, I appreciate you. <3

In the end, thank you commaful community for being such a great place where writers evolve everyday. And @sydney for being so dedicated to everything that goes about this community, your dedication is very inspiring. <3

I dont think I'll be back anytime soon because of the same reasons but I do intend to come back eventually. I hope you are all doing good. Much love x

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