Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
who decided life is a gift?
whats the return policy?
and no i don't have a receipt.
im sick of people who think life is this
that should be preserved at all costs,
to the point of caring more greatly about someone being alive,
rather than their quality of life
what so wonderful about being alive?
or are you biased because of
your life-long conditioned Stockholm syndrome?
we all return to dust eventually,
and that's the only good thing about our whole existence.
it comes to an end.
maybe im just depressed,
but anyone who has a positive outlook
is spewing garbage platitudes.
i imagine what its like to be other people
its too much.
all i can do is starve myself
and obsess over my body
I wish none of this was real.
being conscious and realizing my existence
is too much.
let me be your girl
and all the inbetween
ill be the the moon, the sun
the stars and the seas
ill be the rain, the snow
the hail, and the heat
i could tell you all i know
and all youll ever feel
ill be your crash course
the cause of your all-nighters
ill be your wake up call
and the whisper in your dreams
ill be everything i could ever be
ill be yours
i could be yours.
(Sometimes) I hate you,
But the neediest parts of me still crave
the vague admiration you hid between pages of manipulation and abuse.
I tell myself that I’ve moved on.
I ignore the cold sweats and screams that interrupt my dreams.
I push the thought of you to the bottom left corner of my mind,
Stored with other trauma, like family dinners and math homework.
It takes all the strength left in me
Not to set your castle of comfort ablaze
With the months of lies and exploitation.
How easily I could send it all tumbling with the flick of a finger,
Yet I don’t.
Maybe its because I’m humane and lenient in the ways you never were,
Or maybe its because I’m a coward
Just like you.
your voice traces my lips
whispering empty promises
of endless possibilities
but i savor the taste of it
like bottled love
dripping down my throat
in the hollow pit of my stomach
that girl with green eyes
hazel rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed
that girl with blue eyes
ice-cold rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed
those darkened clouds cried
and im a fool
for thinking the tears were real
— The End —