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Oct 2013 · 597
Comfort From a Nightmare
Brooke Todd Oct 2013
I thought you were a lover all you were was an enemy,
The nights of screaming and pure terror coming from the emotionless words,
I love you, I hate you, you are my world, you mean nothing to me, you're lovely, I've used you, all mere contradictions of pure misery,
These feelings you feel are not formed overnight, there must be a spark before the light.
I throw myself to the ground in fear that you may leave one day and that puzzles me the most
The comfort of someone so terrible is what makes us go truly insane.
Oct 2013 · 660
questionable thoughts
Brooke Todd Oct 2013
Darling please explain to me
the secret to your perfection

can you please let me know
how your eyes reflect the skies sunlight
as my heart melts in your hands

How is your affection something so flawless
and something I can't bare to lose

the suicidal thoughts of your departure,
they keep me awake late at night
my ideas of you keep me in absolute awe
wondering how someone can keep me standing
or have control of the intensity of my fall

(B.A.T)
Oct 2013 · 1.2k
intoxication from a lover
Brooke Todd Oct 2013
I must compare you to the soft winter air that brushed against my face when we first laid eyes on one another
The cold air was an excuse to keep you close to me, as our bodies intertwined as one,
my angel, my dear, though far apart you will always be near
We are nothing but small children, searching for what we find meaningful,
though we feel lost in this search, look in front of us and realize the thing we need is our love,
hold my hand, keep me close, remind me why I'm no longer scared,
I mix my feelings with my memories that I can barely handle to remember,
and realize that the unbearable feelings that have came with meeting you are what form such beauty
We are no longer dead, we have formed a love bigger than the degenerate teenage trend,
I'm no longer struggling for a solution, because now I can see that the solution is you.
Oct 2013 · 476
pure misery
Brooke Todd Oct 2013
I have flirted with the thought of suicide since age twelve
I hid my tears with the empty bottles of liquor
my lips pressed against filters of cigarettes,
though slow, easiest way to death,
life flashed before me, through crushed pills
Looking at them, I have seen my hopes and dreams.
Smashed, and snorted as my pupils enlarged, my heart sank.
Falling, deep into the abyss of my life, where have I gone
have I lost fate of what I have worked on molding into my life
or is this the dark area before I reach beauty within dawn

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