This heart craves what is soft,
What is of life, breath… love.
It is a never-ending waterfall on those who wander across it—
Unstoppable, unbending, unconditional, and sadly, all-forgiving.
It attracts the bigger monsters, like prey in an open field;
However, its eyes are bound to the closeness of their teeth.
A rose-coloured cloth, made of fantasy and dust,
Of a want—the need to be suffocated in love.
It can’t help but be devoured by tempting, delicious lies,
Like a dance of two souls, weaving in unison towards a sudden drop:
Enchanting, hopeful, deadly.
With every bite they take, a piece of my soul floats to the stars,
Its rippling, golden shimmer that has travelled way too far.
My subconscious flips between reality and dreams,
Unsure if the gut-churning scream is coming from me.
I feel my heart stutter as it begins to fade,
All the pale scars etched on my skin are lessons I chose not to hear.
I let them take bite after tearing bite, hoping this time it will be softer,
But the hope and dream of "us" starts to falter.
This heart has no flame; this hollow carcass remains.
I’m clinging to hope that somehow, they will change.
There is no boom, no beat, no whisper of life,
Because my love is so deep, I will fight to stay by their side—
Even if it means sacrificing my life.
I tinker away, repairing the holes,
But only so much can be done to save this withering soul.
It’s all or nothing; I have always been this way,
Born with this affliction that feels a lot like skin-boiling rage.
I no longer have dreams of a warm, laugh-filled home,
Or the joy of a cold band being slipped onto my hand, joining two souls.
There has been more than one hunter to darken my heart;
Once the current one leaves, I am done—I just can’t.
I no longer want what is soft, warm, and full of love;
I’d rather be alone and empty than full of hope.
Love is a lie, a sick, evil joke.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
This heart craves what is soft,
What is of life, breath… love.
It is a never-ending waterfall on those who wander across it—
Unstoppable, unbending, unconditional, and sadly, all-forgiving.
It attracts the bigger monsters, like prey in an open field;
However, its eyes are bound to the closeness of their teeth.
A rose-coloured cloth, made of fantasy and dust,
Of a want—the need to be suffocated in love.
It can’t help but be devoured by tempting, delicious lies,
Like a dance of two souls, weaving in unison towards a sudden drop:
Enchanting, hopeful, deadly.
With every bite they take, a piece of my soul floats to the stars,
Its rippling, golden shimmer that has travelled way too far.
My subconscious flips between reality and dreams,
Unsure if the gut-churning scream is coming from me.
I feel my heart stutter as it begins to fade,
All the pale scars etched on my skin are lessons I chose not to hear.
I let them take bite after tearing bite, hoping this time it will be softer,
But the hope and dream of "us" starts to falter.
This heart has no flame; this hollow carcass remains.
I’m clinging to hope that somehow, they will change.
There is no boom, no beat, no whisper of life,
Because my love is so deep, I will fight to stay by their side—
Even if it means sacrificing my life.
I tinker away, repairing the holes,
But only so much can be done to save this withering soul.
It’s all or nothing; I have always been this way,
Born with this affliction that feels a lot like skin-boiling rage.
I no longer have dreams of a warm, laugh-filled home,
Or the joy of a cold band being slipped onto my hand, joining two souls.
There has been more than one hunter to darken my heart;
Once the current one leaves, I am done—I just can’t.
I no longer want what is soft, warm, and full of love;
I’d rather be alone and empty than full of hope.
Love is a lie, a sick, evil joke.