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  Feb 2016 Ravenlimit
Harsh
If going to
bed with
you is a
sin, I don't
ever want
to be holy.
The only lightning I'll be struck down by is when your lips
touch my neck. I want to let your love permeate through all
of my soul.
Your lips
would be
my chalice,
and I'd
drink away
my demons;
I'll whisper
confessions
of my love
at night
through
bed-sheet
veils and
heartfelt
prayers.
I'll admit it's a little sacrilegious.
I genuinely spent half an hour trying to get the format right.
Ravenlimit Feb 2016
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Memories just play back in your head.
Curling stomach.
Imagines of him in your bed.
Frozen at the thought about being hurt again.
Wanting to scream into a pillow and cry out loud.
You can't breathe.
Screams, nothing but streams down your face.
You can't move.
Your heart begins to race.
"Why?!!!"
Putting your all into someone and still getting hurt.
While trying to save what you had with them you lose yourself.
The "I love you" that once warmed your heart is now the reason you prefer to cry in the dark.
No one can hear your internal screams.
Ripping yourself at the seams.
Why can't you see that I've fallen apart?
Why can't everything just restart..
These silent tears will be the death of me.
Ravenlimit Feb 2016
"They Say Love Hurts" and "I Feel Sick"
Mere memories to what I'm feeling now..
What is this?
I was in love with you..
Ever so madly.
Willing to rip myself apart for you ever so gladly.
But now..
What is this?
Do we just exist?
Together again.. I still love you...
But am I in love?
I don't think I am.
Holding on to something that wasn't there for so long.
Moving on... In circles.
A cycle that never ends.
Why do I go back to him?
"Do what makes you happy"
What if I don't know?
Just going with the flow to the unknown.
My heart is an uncharted aybss that was once full of nothing but a heated bliss.
Now.. Nothingness.
He even called me cold hearted merely due to a small reflection of myself.
For a moment I became what was hurting me.
And God, did I ever feel so free.
Back to the question of love.
Should love feel like this?
If not please tell me.
  Jan 2016 Ravenlimit
LycanTheThrope
Today,
I feel like committing suicide.
I'm so tired of it all
Pretending to be someone I'm not.
Putting on a fake smile to please my family and friends, so that they don't worry.
I want them to think I'm happy, even though I'm so far from it.

Its not the new year that finally did it
The 'new year new me' thing.
I know who I am and there's no fixing it.
It's my abusive dad that pushed me over.
The fact that he can't be greatful for anything I do
And when he's asked me to do something I've already done
The job I did for it wasn't enough.
The fact that he yells at me because I ask for something at the store, whether it be socks or a candy bar.
"No you don't deserve that."

Maybe it's the fact that he puts me down so much
And every time I deny his words he gets even more angry
I don't know why I bother
I don't deny them for my own sake.
When I do he throws whatever is nearest
Plates, countless beer bottles, even a chair.
I lower myself to the floor, crying.
Maybe I get him so mad in hopes he'll finally throw something fatal.
A knife that just happens to hit my neck.
I've never had the courage to take my own life.
I am worthless

What ties me here?
It's the one I love.
He deserves so much better than me,
But he says he loves me for who I am.
I am broken.
He's a reason to go too.
The fact that I can't touch the one I love without being pushed away.
Being told no and stop.
I hear the same words my father says in my lovers actions.
"No you don't deserve that."
I know I don't.
I'm sorry for wanting something.

Maybe I want to leave because I have no one to turn to.
Because all of my friends already have their own problems, and I'm just another burden they shouldn't have to deal with.
And anytime I talk to them about my own problems
It becomes a competition
Suddenly we have to top each other on who has it worse.
"I would **** to be in your place, my father is so much worse."
Again.
I hear my father's words
"You don't deserve to complain."
I really don't.

Maybe it's the fact that I'm already dying.
As I write these words my heart tears at my ribs, desperate to get out.
Its like a panic attack within my chest
As if someone grabbed my heart and squeezed it so hard.
I don't want to feel pain anymore.
Please
Not another heart attack.

My little slice of heaven.
It's so far away.
So far.

Sitting with my lover
As he whispers words I haven't known much about.

"You're beautiful."
Who could see beauty in something so far gone.
So dead inside.

"I don't want anyone else."
Who would choose me?
I'm nothing grand.
I'm a dead reflection in a broken mirror.
Nothing to hang on the wall.

"I don't deserve you."
You don't.
I'm so sorry.
You deserve so much better.
Someone who can make jokes with you,
Be more patient than I.
Someone who can love you without dying at the same time.

What sickness lies within me.
I cannot stay here any longer.
My little piece of heaven is too far off.
"Just a few years.
Just a few years more."


I don't have the strength for that.
Not anymore.

I'm sorry.
  Dec 2015 Ravenlimit
Harsh
If you thought of

all the little things

that caught your

undivided attention

over the years,

the things you covet

and cherish and protect,

those that you value

and appreciate,

every little thing

that you have ever

come to love,

if you thought of these

and I asked you

to compile a list of them,

how far down

would you have to go

before

you ever

named


*yourself?
Inspired by: "And if I asked you to name all of the things that you love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?"
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