I'm afraid
no, I'm terrified
terrified of a world where you get to stare
into the paradise
that is your eyes
as often as i do
that you get to see the sunlight
create a glimmer reminiscent of
the shine of a diamond
as it bounces off your smile
that you see more than the curves
in your gluteus
that you learn that you're beautiful
& get used to it
that you learn the patterns
of the palms of your hands
& notice how the constellations
pale in comparison to their beauty
cause to be honest
i'm petrified
petrified by the thought that
one day
you'll learn to adore yourself
as much as i adore you
& realize that you deserve better.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
I've fallen
fallen badly
to be honest
I'm hooked on you
infatuations a lot more of a dangerous drug
than you'd think
you said we'd never be
that you were broken
I want to fix you
but I'm not quite sure I can
I'm not sure my clumsy hands
can handle your fragile heart
held together by only the faintest hope
that maybe true love does exist
I wanna tell you that I
adore you
but I won't take the chance
cause I'm terrified
of your random nonchalance
you told me I was your world
but how was I meant to feel special
when you bounce from world to world
like some 21st century space traveling Columbus
I was always told myself I was in love with
you
but as of lately
I've come to realize
I was less in love with you
& more in love with the dismal idea
of being part of an "us"
I guess
that I've learnt
that it's only from the shards of a broken heart
that we learn the dangers of infatuation
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
the chains tighten
my face whitens
the realization that i'm lost
finally grips me
if it's assured that i shall one day reach my demise
does that not mean my purpose is pointless
every action i immerse myself in
all i'm really doing
is letting the seconds pass by
which makes me wonder
why we worship those with the most golden clocks
who've taken their minuscule seconds
and made something mesmerizing
but shun those who break the clock
those weary souls who were not
willing to have anymore of it
those who opened their own door
to the possibilities of something more
the possibilities of eliminating
this never ending torment
finally grasping some permanent form of elation
an escape
oh how I long for an escape
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC