Do I wish to think? To dream the unimaginable. The mind of a viper; Ambitious swipe towards intent.
Yet, its possessed fangs drip, Such venom. A gradual drip would Destroy the work. “What work?” I hear you ask.
“Exactly” I whisper. There is none to behold. With all my gall And flapping gums, such spittle Did not exist.
I crave to bite the apple of my existence… Lingering doubt, lingering hope. Can I foresee the future? Can I not think?
To exist with intent…
Wanting so much to do, create and be something, telling people you will or you want to, yet not fulfilling that wish nor making strides to achieve that dream is something I think a lot of people feel at some point
Loving you was hurtful, having to destroy myself to please you was one of the most overwhelming things i could’ve ever experienced. Not being able to truly tell you how i feel because I’m afraid you won’t care. Not being able to have the freedom to do what I want because i’m afraid that you’ll get angry. Not having the strength to fight for myself but fight for someone who doesn’t fight for me. People like you are the worst kind of people.
My love for you burns deep within my core My heart lay dormant untill i met you We convirged like two tectonic plates You caused me to rupture what was first magma is now molten lava boiling through my veins
Is destruction really so bad? I mean You can't build until You've destroyed Whatever was there And maybe What I am Needs to be rebuilt Maybe I need to face My destruction So that I can come back Or maybe it's just An excuse To give in And destroy myself