i said i like broken houses
and what is a broken house
have i felt that cold in me
in bones and skin and nails
that scratch into a wall which
won't be even marked by daylight
and maybe it wasn't as broken
and that's why i relish in the
falling apart that sordid emptiness
the freefalling, such helpless moment
because daylight never made it better
nor worse because my eyes are blind
to color and sound and touch
and there's nothing that can change
how i perceive my surroundings
so don't give me lillies, look at my
walls and you will see the ones i had
already withered away in time in death
and having flowers depresses me like
it's some sick way of seeing death
and you killed for giving me something nice
so that i can think about you by night
but all i get to think about is
how that flower could've gotten to grow
and be even prettier
and how everything that's beautiful
one day loses all its petals
and we throw it away
so i fear that when i'm no longer what you want
what you pictured in your silly mind
then you'll throw me away like i'd do
with a decaying flower.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
i said i like broken houses
and what is a broken house
have i felt that cold in me
in bones and skin and nails
that scratch into a wall which
won't be even marked by daylight
and maybe it wasn't as broken
and that's why i relish in the
falling apart that sordid emptiness
the freefalling, such helpless moment
because daylight never made it better
nor worse because my eyes are blind
to color and sound and touch
and there's nothing that can change
how i perceive my surroundings
so don't give me lillies, look at my
walls and you will see the ones i had
already withered away in time in death
and having flowers depresses me like
it's some sick way of seeing death
and you killed for giving me something nice
so that i can think about you by night
but all i get to think about is
how that flower could've gotten to grow
and be even prettier
and how everything that's beautiful
one day loses all its petals
and we throw it away
so i fear that when i'm no longer what you want
what you pictured in your silly mind
then you'll throw me away like i'd do
with a decaying flower.
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