You said that my words were bitter You said my tone sounded harsh As if I was on a mission to hurt you As if I'm the villain in this story.
It hurts that you can't see right through me It really hurts that you look, but you can't see me I truly thought we were better than this... I thought we knew each other better than this.
My words may have been bitter and my tone harsh But it's only because contradiction spells my heart I want to hate you, eradicate you from my life I want you to come back to me and love me until I die.
I don't know what to do anymore, I can't ignore you I can't not see you, to not feel you, to not breathe you. Obliviate what ruined us? If only you were willing to try. What do I do? God, why do I pine for someone like you?
If only you could see all these words meant for you Would you then be able to see me, not think I'm harsh? Would it make you pity me or give you the courage to try? to try for this bitter girl who was once just on a mission to love you until the day she dies.
The only certain thing in life Is that the sun will rise and shine The bees would fly around and grasp Whatever they could find at last The moon will shine as well tonight And all the stars as diamonds bright I shall tell you one thing only: The only certain thing in life Is that you will live And you shall die.
Can't get up Get out Can't think of words Can't speak Or write Can't walk or move a fork Can't give a fuvk Much less talk Fck ****. Fine Fat Freak Fate Fake Fish Flood Failure Final Found Dead Die, dying Death, Need death I must D I E
Beauty's rose wilts and petal by petal, shard by shard; Faster than fantasy- time relapses ~ Beauty's rose wilts- it's soils all settle Erosion by erosion, slower than springtime; the future arrives. Beauty's rose, But a wilt! without trophy or medal, condolences, by condolences, at our own paces- the past persists.
Black flowers, wilted with time, without beginning, nor end- are seen; & through the stained glass gaze of love, are shimmering.
"Death gives meaning to life." It makes me so angry, because, How ridiculous is it not? That we accept an end?
Death does not give meaning to life. - We do. And meaning is not something to be given It is something to be taken. With every breath - With every step - And every leap you take You create your purpose.
"Death gives meaning to life." No. Living does.
You do not read a book for the end -you read it for the journey. You should not wake up just to go to bed -you wake up to enjoy the day.