You swooped into my life like a knight in shining armour, Promised me the life of a fairy tale, All the riches and gold i could have as your queen.
How was I supposed to know you were the dragon, that guarded me from the world and took me from the one i knew.
I couldn’t see past your pretty words coming from that mouth with a serpent's tongue. But now i can see you for all you were Scales and all
When you flew away i could see the ruins and the towns you burned, You told me they were the results of a war you fought, But its clear they are the rubble of lives you came into and burned to the ground.
this is easily one of the most painful things i have written and i was afraid to write from the sheer pain i have been in the past few weeks.
This is the end of a long rope Frayed and worn from my traversing it Always reminiscing A lot of whispers A lot of pixels A lot of good memories in between But also some hazy, hazy regrets Of time-ropes ripped through my head Blistering like it was dragged through my hands Time-burn Fatigued cells with no implosion No mind-growth, no life-growth Only heart-growth- Which always seems to occur Only at the expense of breathing this oxygen Better to create it, then, Than consume it- Instead of living, become life. Instead of breathing, become breath. Let my body ferment and fallow Instead of existing, let my soul become energy And let time leave my record Along its rope.
I want to die, but I don't want to end my life. Oh, the irony!
Twice in one week I don't understand Was that on purpose Or was this unplanned In your Friday's best Is that even a thing It's been almost a year Since you quit that routine Without fail our paths cross I still feel your fire And even though it burns me It's you I desire I don't know where we stand Because you still look back I want you to save me But you're my heart attack
you’ve been told that you love too much as if the way they receive it is your fault and not theirs you’ve been brutalized and burned and they kept saying that maybe if you were a little less of this and a little more of that you wouldn’t keep waiting for people to hurt you like maybe you should work on giving in moderation but believe me when I say someday you’ll find someone who welcomes the depths of you you felt like you had to hide from everyone else he will never reduce the galaxies in your mind to mere constellations he will love the way you give and the words you write but he will love the way you love the most