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This is a place for me to be me. A place for me to express my emotions freely as the wind may blow, a place for my writing.</description><title>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fatuation)</generator><link>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Freedom</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Outside my window, I hear the playful screams of children on this early Sunday morning. &lt;br/&gt;And I wonder why I cannot feel freedom the way they feel anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/49692908109</link><guid>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/49692908109</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 11:57:08 -0400</pubDate><category>entry</category></item><item><title>Miserable</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have learned through the years to dread the words that fall from your tongue.&lt;br/&gt;
Am I to you, but a doll in your sadistic game of house?&lt;br/&gt;
Can&amp;#8217;t you see what you are doing to me?&lt;br/&gt;
With every breath I take, I whimper in pain as the chambers of my heart continue to shatter.&lt;br/&gt;
This is what I have become.&lt;br/&gt;
This is what you have made me.&lt;br/&gt;
Miserable.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/48810420933</link><guid>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/48810420933</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 19:48:55 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category></item><item><title>Don't Tell Me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#8217;t tell me&lt;br/&gt;
That you miss me.&lt;br/&gt;
And cancel our plans.&lt;br/&gt;
Don&amp;#8217;t tell me &lt;br/&gt;
That I&amp;#8217;m drifting.&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s all in your hands.&lt;br/&gt;
Don&amp;#8217;t tell me &lt;br/&gt;
That you&amp;#8217;re hurting.&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;ve tried &lt;br/&gt;
To help you mend.&lt;br/&gt;
Don&amp;#8217;t tell me,&lt;br/&gt;
Don&amp;#8217;t tell me.&lt;br/&gt;
You&amp;#8217;ve ruined your chance.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/48637992858</link><guid>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/48637992858</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:19:04 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category></item><item><title>His Haunting</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As night grew fonder,&lt;br/&gt;I tossed and turned.&lt;br/&gt;Awake I lay,&lt;br/&gt;In your visions blur.&lt;br/&gt;As night grew fonder,&lt;br/&gt;I fell to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;And in my dreams,&lt;br/&gt;You haunted me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/48080620773</link><guid>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/48080620773</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2013 20:21:41 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category></item><item><title>Why couldn't you be there?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just needed somebody to be there.&lt;br/&gt; Why couldn’t you be there?&lt;br/&gt; I have come so far. &lt;br/&gt; I have healed so much. &lt;br/&gt; Though still, it is too much.&lt;br/&gt; I buried my face into my knees, &lt;br/&gt; As the thoughts spun like a tornado, round and round in my head.&lt;br/&gt; Oh, I feel so alone.&lt;br/&gt; Why? Why couldn’t you be there?&lt;br/&gt; At my weakest point?&lt;br/&gt; I cannot see through this&lt;br/&gt; thickening wall of tears.&lt;br/&gt; I cannot breathe through these&lt;br/&gt; endless gasps for air.&lt;br/&gt; I cannot mend &lt;br/&gt; without you here.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/47838363336</link><guid>http://fatuation.tumblr.com/post/47838363336</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Apr 2013 00:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category></item></channel></rss>
