I fell into a fall that was unending
it was unyielding
it perforated
to the dividing of bones and their marrow
The fall I fell cut me
and that crimson fluid drained from me like rivers with no end
my swan white embodiment
was stained
the fall I fell stained me beyond the point
of stain removal
The fall I fell was for you
and only you
and like that famous saying goes
"I fell inlove the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once"
an as "they" those unknown people out there that know all say
love hurts
I believe love doesn't hurt its the fall that hurts
the fall into love an the on the way out
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
...unless it's with me.
Dating you is anti-climatic
and I'd be ****** if I ever
succumb to a part of me
begging to be cut loose from you.
I don't want to be swallowed by
the euphoria derived from
vintage pictures and videos;
I know that the saccharine
comfort will be both
short-lived and lachrymose.
I don't want to have to
flip through your new pictures daily,
searching for remnants of the love we shared
through the new love you'd then be experiencing.
Usually,
I'd wish nothing but the best
but I want the worse for you.
My mental is too detrimental
to handle you and another.
I don't want to wake up
from constant nightmares
leaving my stomach tied in knots
you'd only see on TV.
I don't want to sit at family dinners alone
when you were suppose to be there with me.
I don't want to have to look at chocolate desserts
and remember how it's your favorite
so although I detest chocolate,
I eat it anyway to somehow
suppress the feeling of you not being there.
I don't want to watch you fall in love with another.
You carry a part of me
every time you're apart from me
and I'd rather you cheat
than to follow what seems like tradition
and leave.
I don't want to watch you fall in love with another.
I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
and I'm down on both knees
pleading please,
oh please
I don't want to watch you fall in love
...unless it's with me.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
Am i pellucid
Can any being see me
Like doors standing wide open can you see right through me
Are you all looking past me or at me
What did I do to you
To deserve this
The treatment the wind gets
It's never really a being a living thing
You feel it it caresses your face
But it's never acknowledged as simply being
For this treatment
Did I **** you or did I ****** your ardor
Well you have kilt mine
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC