... and tonight i can
not even express it through
words, i am trying
now i can
not express i through
conversations, they never flow quite long
now i can
not express it through
songs i tried to listen to things that don’t ring
now i can
only express it through a
stain of
blood all over my
skin
but i do not
now i can
only express it through
an open arm and a waist to
cling to but there is
none
end tonight.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
my sticker skin
doesn’t quite
stick
anymore my
edges are curling i’m
about to
fold and
i’ve only got tape to
keep me pressed
i’ve only got
tape
i’ve only got you
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
those fingers of yours are
shears and
these tendons,
strings
they weren't as fragile as
weak until you've boiled the meat; compress and
decompress
and now
they are torn apart
not for me and
not for anyone else just
for you
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Just what was love to you, sweet darling of nothing but bitter
what were its intentions
what reason was it there for
what wonders did it long to see
How many desserts did it wander
how many oceans did it swim
how many infernos did it dare enter
Darling, just what is love to you?
Was it as visible as your crystal-clear mirror
or was it as hidden as the flaws you tried to bury six feet under
while she was enveloped well in layers and layers of your pockets
in her gravestone, written, “Suffocated”.
Darling, just what is love to you?
Was it as long-lasting as the stains you’ve left in every room inside her house
or was it as impatient as those almost-adventures to deep seas, warm sunsets, and high mountains
she was just as ready and as packed as you were but you were already-distant when she went out the door.
Darling, just what is love to you?
Was it as understanding as the sea is to the shore
or was it as frustrating as a thread through the tiniest needle’s eye
you covered her in you salt-water and embroidered on her skin as if it was paper.
Darling, just what is love to you?
The truth is, darling; love to you was no one and nothing other than yourself.
That was all you ever cared for.
That was all you ever sheltered.
That was all you ever loved.
You were the desserts she wandered,
you were the oceans she swam and
you were the infernos she burnt in.
Darling, which was love?
Love to her was the mistaken-beauty in you
and you were so twisted in your paths to even
see how astonished she was that
one day her heart died loving yours.
You slapped heavens out of her and
ripped her silken being
whilst love for her was you.
Darling, you aren't much of it, are you?
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
paragon of virtue at
first sight actually
the entire
abyss the entirety of
damnation
I trusted you
ruined
us
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC