just another vessel of consciousness trying to figure things out
"...Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time." - Carl Sagan 17 followers / 849 words
I wanna write about how you make me feel and who makes me feel what. How much of my emotions are influenced? How much of my emotions are mine? I realize that time makes it easier to distance ourselves from turmoil once so close. When it stares you in the face, obnoxious and intolerable... not even the greenest grass can catch your eye. Maybe its not either of you, maybe its not any of you. I'm kinda thinking its just me.
Homegrown apathy. Self inflicted bliss.
Sweet words and honest eyes A soul that I can see
Inspiration sits on me a king or a goblin? with the most encouraging smile
on fire and submerged without a clue or a query. Ash my feelings, lights burn out. Cant trust it'll stay the same as we grow father from this. Your mind is right until its wrong, until its different, until you turn your head.
I love to learn. I love lessons. You have taught me the most important one I gotten in a while. Hurting someone you love is all the more possible, all the more probable, than strangers or villains Because betrayal cannot exist without first placing trust.
I can't even say It was hard to build our trust. Though the weight of trust is a heavy one to bear. We're only human.
But now, I'm as wary as a cat. As frightened as an infant torn from his mothers side.
I'm learning. Alone. With you. Trying to swallow this lesson. Forgiving you is easier than leaving you this I know for sure, and that scares me more.
Should I give you up? Should I give this up? My gut says no. **** no. But my mind won't forget. I wish I could forget.
I can't say that it's easy to look into your eyes. but harder so to resist your kiss.
Our innocence has faded. but my love has not. We're all too human.
Your hands, still soft, leave bruises on my skin. On my heart.