i don't think that even you fully understand the effect you have on people.
you walk in and every head turns your way;
eyes blazing, voice high:
i'd follow you into war before you even thought to ask.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
and really, you can't blame me for falling in love under that sky; who wouldn't?
the infinite grey, the angry blue
the dark clouds that should have been an omen,
but i was too blind to see anything apart from
you, you, you
laughing
speaking
being.
and it's no wonder the greeks wrote of love and hate, of death and life, of madness within and without; who wouldn't have been consumed by the sky, the sea, the very earth beneath our feet in that place?
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
i write
to
hide
away
from the
terrors
of the
world.
i write
to
sink
slowly
into the
terrors
of my
mind.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
you weren't meant to be pretty.
you were meant to burn the sky down,
to splatter the earth red,
to destroy,
and to create.
you weren't meant to be pretty.
you were meant to be devastating.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC