I see you have someone else now Does this one make you want to continue to live? Is this one brave enough to embrace your storms and waves? Is comfort found in their arms, their calm and home in their clouded thunders? Is this someone worth the dive? Can they escape your love? If they can, don't let them read this. Don't tell them know our secrets.
Eager as they are, let them walk alone with your angry jagged pieces Make them want to go back in time just to experience you over and over This one maybe better than the last Have you told yet?
Have you told why you fall so easily Why at the breath of your favourite words you cave in Why being told beautiful you easily feel like a treasure Once hidden, now unlost Taken cared of and practically important Why you’ve always mistaken good words with promises And staying for one night meant forever And crying meant dying inside And that falling apart is part of life Inevitable and just meant for you (6 times in a row, wow) Why you’ve always thought of the clichés as pieces of precious art Only meant for you, to feel, to realize, and to kiss goodbye Why you’ve always settled with the good enough Thinking you’re not capable of having more Not worthy, to be precise
**You're just standing there, staring at me with your dead eyes. You haven't, have you?
This is the second part of the long poem I wrote (part I is XLI). This is about myself, constantly stumbling upon people who are very beautiful but are apparently too cruel for my soul to handle.