3 untrue words.
2 fading loves.
1 shattered heart.
this will pass.
I never know
where I fit inside your mind,
or if I'm even in there at all...
that to me
is an even scarier reality I think.
you liked my body,
yet rejected my mind.
I craved conversation,
yet you desired touch.
I shared my thoughts,
yet you shared unsolicited provoking pictures.
you wanted secret hookups at midnight,
yet denied picnics at noon.
and yet, I still thought you were different.
will your heart belong to me..
or shall I always long for it?
will fate push us together-
as some predestined prophecy-
or will it repulse us far apart-
as some gruesome curse from nature?
will you leave like a blade caught in the wind,
or will you stay planted like a root in my love?
will you look me in the eye and say those three words-
holding me close so I hear your heart and smell your hair-
or will you turn and hide your beautiful eyes from mine?
will you stay for me..
or will you leave for you..?
I don't think I could fathom the feeling of being left once again.
i want to let go
to jump into the void
and catch my wings on an updrift of wind
to feel the freedom of longing
but the resistance and gravity
of the thought of you is both holding me back
and pulling me down.
the thought of you restricts me from
starting my life how it's suppose to be,
becomes hope is demolition to a soul of love.
notice how i said the thought of you.
it isn't you,
but my mind's imagination of what could be.
the gravity of knowing i will never be enough for you
pulls me down and weighs on my heart.
i know it will shatter and i know i won't recover..
but it's a high that only your drug can give me.
and honestly, i'd face this overdose
over withdraw anyday.
not my best work but i'm sleep deprived and missing my ex. i'm sure we can all understand and relate in some sort of way.
the light in your eyes
is drawn away but the darkness of conversion
to someone you don’t want to be
society pulls and strains
until the light is ripped in two
and the dust
is blown into oblivion
making the darkness a monster of their own imagination
you are filled to the brim with their ideas
of beauty and normality and acceptance
squandering any chance of revival
and forced to live among the social rocks
another victim of their rage and discontentment.
sorry it’s been a while ya’ll i’ve been super busy but enjoy :)
built to be torn
grown and then chopped,
set up in a mainstream world
blindly unaware that acceptance
is just an illusion with false hype
of great importance.
with conformists scared of 'insanity'
and shunning as the cure for all fear,
society mindlessly pushes difference
off a black and white cliff
to decompose in a sea of acidic hate.
just for being content with our oddities,
we are shut down like the ignorant.
oh, how unfortunate we are
to be cursed with a brain.