No day goes by without a mistake, If only I'd told her, and given her my coat, I'd be some one she can't forsake. But the words I could not utter, were stuck in my throat
---If all people need love, then why bother with fruitless chasing? Limited time, but wasteful hearts, for what? For I know love is not rational, instead felt, it cannot be stopped So waste no time and lend me a moment---
If only I'd told you then, that cold afternoon, But love is scarcely spoken by a short lived buffoon.
succession in the act one cannot be afraid of making theirself a fool cannot remain of ownself ***** and despoil of worry my strongest desire to be a fool shameless in integrity and condemnation grasp the pure abyss and be everything other
. At the table of eternal sorrow sits a fool with a crooked smile, faking interest in a world obscene and feigning the mood of yesterwhile. Couched over bent with quill extended, he writes his heart with a bitter beat, floating in the mire of a memory stained, poised with nib to command the sheet. Capering words form across the weave with capricious intent and shadow play, smoke and mirrors intersect and disperse whilst his mind carries the story away.
I’m your marionette Strangled in my own heart strings Manipulate me My emotions are not my own Every line of dialogue Every gesture All just for you
My puppeteer Dear regisseur Craft me to your liking Carve out each curve Each scar
Beckon the finale The end of my exertion Add me to the collection Awaiting on the shelf Make me watch the new toys As each takes my place Eventually becoming my neighbor
Even as you let the dust weigh on my back And my rosy pigment fade Though I could be useful elsewhere I am stagnant For my strings are tangled Not knowing where each end leads Each knot another flush of false hope
Hope as an adversary to fate Have the termites erode me An erratic blaze incinerate me May you have the decency to sell me Anything Just let me go
Anything is better than pirouetting in this eternal inferno Better than the echos of departed memories Or the expectation of future ones
I have washed my sheets hundreds of times All in an effort to purge the memory of you Your scent permeating my clothing As thou you were the one inhabiting them There is no sense in trying to get rid of you My body has molded itself into your submissive I have become so accustomed to your touch Addicted to the sensation Needing a fix, we both seek a night of sin You have infiltrated my mind Reading my thoughts Manipulating me Saying all the things you know I want to hear Body stained with the blood of my lips You stare down at me I have once again been fooled by those eyes Glowing with **** I am swallowed whole by your insatiable desire for me In my compliant nature, I kneel at your feet Following ever command you utter My body broken from the chains you’ve placed on me I belong to you, property for you to tend to But that night meant nothing to you Those words you spoke, were all in an effort to exploit my vulnerability I neglectfully admit that it worked You have me, once again, at your service It would be wise of me to end this already For the sake of my own sanity and dignity Consumed by your charm, but deterred by our past I am drawn in The alcohol rushing through my veins and the music radiating through my body Nothing mattered in the moment, but now, I am the fool who slept with you
a boy I had feelings for used me for *** and told me he missed me without even seeing me *****. now he has me all ****** up in the head but Im trying to move past it and care for the new person in my life. but those eyes got me stuck.