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scatterbrained Nov 2015
Tell me lighthouse, did you shatter your own light, or did it burn out?
did you mean to forget about my world, but highlight someone else's?
more and more ships are coming into your harbor, and I selfishly wish I could roll in like a storm to wash them all away
you aren't supposed to shed light on anyone else, but I'm the one hiding in shadows
and you're not fighting anymore
there are so many regrets
so many things I never told you
so many things I'll never tell you
the wake of this absence is world-shattering, but this is just how things are
and neither of us will change it
tell me lighthouse, are you as dark as I am?
A series of things titled 'For You'
scatterbrained Nov 2015
The rose for your mom bleeds red while my hands bleed black

I can see the smudges im leaving on your back while you're leaving prints on me
Keep smiling and whispering "please", we can stay in that white room where your emotional shield lays in the second drawer
Where the showerhead washes away the dirt and grime of our every day lives
Where our laughs resonate off the walls and ricochet back to make us feel less lonely
Where you promised you weren't afraid of anything but flinched at the idea of admitting I'm right


Those white walls are speaking our names like a Mantra from a forgotten language, a language only found when our mouths move together.
This is for that cute floral hoodie that'd probably look better on me.
scatterbrained Oct 2015
Whispered to the trees
That rustled with your silence
We are evergreen
scatterbrained Oct 2015
You are an undiscovered religion
I am the only devotee
Worshipping at the foot of your bed
scatterbrained Oct 2015
You're the fallen angel that was destined for the wrong side of the pearly gates
Where Saint Peter doesn't acknowledge you
Where the front door to your home doesn't recognize you
When God asked you to get off your high horse, he didn't ask you to
Fall
Or leap
Or dive
He only wanted you to brush off the distain and show your good grace to the world.

Where is your good grace now, angel?

You only show the world all your ugly, but i know the secret; fallen angels break every single commandment to find the kind of beauty that they can not find on Earth.
scatterbrained Sep 2015
It's strange how this scent doesn't smell like comfort anymore
It only smells like things that don't exist anymore
All the things we let slip away without even watching them go
It's strange how this scent is only a reminder anymore
A reminder of how it's not easy anymore
Because the satisfaction of simplicity wore off before we could appreciate it


It's strange how this scent doesn't smell like comfort anymore
It only smells like the realization that you can't say I'm wrong
scatterbrained Sep 2015
Broken baby dolls are watching me while i sleep
Made of porcelain
Eyes always on me, waiting on me to toss and turn
The jagged edges reach through my sheets, constantly cutting deeper, even from a distance
Pardon me for crying at the sound of breaking glass
I am suddenly glad i kept the ugliest doll; it seems to be the only one who has fallen to the floor
But still reaches for my hand
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