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arian Nov 2018
the thing about scars is that they will heal
if you stop scratching them.
arian Nov 2018
I longed to feel the sun
Shining on my face,
But
It never happened.
"Why?" I asked the sun.
It simply replied,
"Who are you?"
I stood there
Confused,
Couldn't even find a word
To tell the sun
About
Who I was.
arian Nov 2018
said you craved the touch of my hands,
yet your body's carved by others'.
arian Nov 2018
I lost faith in my feet.
For chasing shadows,
Which led them straight to a cliff.

I lost faith in my hands.
For holding your false hopes so tight,
That I forgot to get a hold of my life.

I lost faith in my eyes.
For giving their sights to you,
And all I saw was someone else.

I lost faith in my ears.
For hearing things that were beautiful,
But they were just a pack of lies.

I lost faith in my tongue.
For all it did was lying,
Saying things that I wasn't.

I lost faith in my heart.
For believing your empty words.
And for letting people drain myself to the core.
arian Nov 2018
I was there
Throwing matches on the bridge
Without lighting them up.
Thinking whether or not
I could handle the fact that
I wouldn't be able to cross over if I did.
But as the fog cleared up
I could clearly see you
On the other side,
Pouring gasoline.
"Burn," I said,
So we could dance
Near the fire
On the long, cold night.
arian Nov 2018
So, tell me, lover
Why did you
Choose the impossible
And walk away
After watering the grass,
Making them grow wild?

— The End —