Is it worth living if you have to tie a noose?

With each passing day
you make a new knot
on a new rope

With the hope that you'll live.
But in reality
you already have one on your neck
And each day you're making more and more
To look at.

You see all your mistakes,
Each rope spelling your
Flaws, tears, fears,
And yet you press on.

You create an illusion
A world where you're happy
You see yellow and green
and all those other happy colors
And do everything because you
Want to see everyone smile.

But you're gasping to stay alive
And then all you feel is blue.

The one question ive been asking myself

What is love?

Is it the moonlit walks that give romance a name?

Is it that feeling of a fire building deeply inside?

Is it that butterfly that flutters when they call your name?

Is it the tears that flow down your face like a river?

Is it the shield that stops a bullet from piercing your skin?

Is it the choice to wake up everyday and say your feelings haven't changed?

Retrograde.

There it goes,
out the park!!!

Look mom a ball,
Can I keep it?

With the first overall pick in the draft
The crowd roars.

This just breaking
"What ****"

My client...
Freeze.

Nothing can compare to the feeling of her. Nothing matches, she's one of a kind but with like any flower you have to let it go when it's dying. You can water it more, expose it to light but without the right grounding it'll wither away, and we both know true love stays. No matter the day or the feeling. True love never leaves, it will grieve it will sting but it'll never leave. It's like a fire it burns when you touch it and its hot when youre close but the more you're exposed the more it feels like home. Love is that I love you at the end of the day. Love is that argument that keeps you up all night. Love is compromise and making someone a priority. That's why love is so coveted because not everyone gets to experience the true nature of love. There is no finger pointing there is just ears ready to bear whatever noise you make, and to take every punch thrown. Love is beautiful, I do love you, but I don't think the love is mutual.

And that's okay.

Scream over and over but it relaeases nothing. This hurts and I hope my seed wasn't planted. I hope it doesn't grow to be me or you. I hope it becomes its own and stands taller than me or you. I hope it knows both of us, and I hope it stays true. Stress stress stress none of it is cool.

They say love is amazing but for me it's a wound

and I'm just starting to scratch the surface

With you.

Depsite just a scratch, the wound is starting to bleed. Emotions leaking out, and pain slowly coming through.

What do I do? What do I do?


What do I do?