Face onto the ring’s floor.

Heaving breathes.

Crowd yelling in the hot air.

I can’t go out, not like this.

Others chanting me onward.

I lull my eye towards the corner.

The referee counts out.

Gravity takes it’s course.

"6"

A broken heart.

A shattered mind.

I see your face.

So beautiful.

"7"

A damaged pride.

I miss you so much…

"8"

The gun is pointed. Ready to put it’s target out it’s misery.

I love you and always will.

"9!"

The air is thick and goes still.

You’ll be happy again. I understand I wasn’t for you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

Can’t feel shit. The eyes close.

"10!"

Off goes the Bell. The camera bulbs do their work.

Looks like I lose.

Lose in the fight for love.

riceisholy:

Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak

riceisholy:

Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak

(via empty-and-burned)

(Source: inspiring-posts)

theres-a-light-of-heavy-glow:

Come back..
theres-a-light-of-heavy-glow:

What are these feelings again?

theres-a-light-of-heavy-glow:

What are these feelings again?

There’s nothing I can do to

Who will claim me.