26/Two-Spirit/Lalaland I am but a masterpiece of miscreations, existing from day to day, on a plateau of nothingness.. ღ ღ ღ
These words hold my broken parts close, so that my blood doesn't spill.. ... 64 followers / 7.8k words
I weaved my web Around your existence Loose threads Ripping tidy fringes My tired arms Shaking the fragile net All futile gestures obscured perceptions
The first day is harsh I haven't found my way out of the marsh to the ocean The sand covers my feet now Yet I'm alone. I remember none that has happened sleeping painfully All those emotions I believed Now where am I? I'm stranded, alone Days turn to weeks, months to years How long have I been Am I even alive? If this is my punishment What is my fate My blood was red Now it turns blue. I was happy When I thought of you I barely remember a face A smell, a touch. I miss my family, I miss my face I can't see them they think I've vanished without a trace...
It wasn't you I wanted beside me, It wasn't anyone in particular. It wasn't anyone at all It was the feeling of love, Of being loved and taken care of. This feeling is what I wanted, To pin down and fall asleep With its legs slung across me. This longing has become need, The need to feel any form of love In ****** comfort and this security. The need makes me stupid.