What's bitter yet beautiful?
by bianca-e-rangel
I have never ran, or burned beyond
any safe haven,
And your wit was lonely at times
In lost ripped things
Which in the end, forgot me.
Because I cannot return out of spite
You're afraid
And you've striven
Although I myself have finished
You braved always strong by strong
And myself?
I acted.
(And resurfaced, screaming because I loved)
Her wispy memories
And your wistfulness drowned me at times
But I still remembered and stood
Lost, and very much torn
As the wonderful fought
The tainted forgot
Always reaching
Because nothing
Which we are
Blurred at the edges
And it continues breaking when you're gone
Your heart is hardened
But I can still cry
Because whose really the one who is aloud to be called strong?
I listened to you with a giving heart
Even though at times what you said was foreign,
And you laughed, clever and bitter
With each slur of the tongue
(I do not wish anymore.)
What is it about you that reached
and understood; everything and nothing
Not the stains of your heart in all its lonesome
But still it continued to be full of everything frightening.
You're still so high, and it's dark up there isn't it?