And I let it go,
Man's most destructive weapon-
Words.

Had I known it would take so many lives
I may not have said what I said,
Now in horror I watch my loved ones in agony,
With what I had pierced their hearts with.

I was a David to a Goliath,
My stone being just a string of words.
Striking the brain
And
Successfully
Yet
Unfortunately,
Compressing the heart.

The string had now taken over their bodies.

I had to let go of
More,

So I removed my Cape of pride
And
Instead,
Stepped into the shoes of remorse.

And so I let it go
Man's most sufficient healer-
Words.

The glass isn't broken, it's cracked and chipped and leaking everywhere

It's loosing volume and life unravels
Having good times, unwinding
It's become a time not worth
Remembering
It's not hide and seak

It's **** up or shut up


My fingers are going numb
Arm is falling asleep
Times to close my eyes

look at you
standing there
with your heart at your feet
dumped where i left it
battered & shattered
torn to shreds
tears in your eyes
but a smile on your face
"it's okay, it was a mistake.
you didn't mean to hurt me."

i laugh
not at your desperation
or your desire to please me
i laugh
because you're infront of me
clutching on to the remains of your heart
& i don't feel a thing
not guilt
nor remorse
n o t h i n g

but i suppose that's what happens
when pretty little boys like you
fall in love with messy girls like me

people really should stop building homes out of bones. when all you're left with are tears and blood, and your memories slowly seep into your veins until you can't bear to think of them at all unless it means ripping apart yourself, that's when you know that not enough humans in this world realize that their words are knives that penetrate your spines and shatter your skulls and your head can't hold any of the dark anymore and you'll shut your eyes tight hoping you'll wake up and it'll all be gone but it won't, it won't and you'll feel the familiar pangs of remorse through the spaces between your fingers and the tips of your hair and it will ache everywhere and that's when you'll need you the most because face it, nobody is going to hold you up better than yourself and it's high time you realized that.

What?
What do you mean?

This isn't how it's supposed to be
This isn't what I want for me.

When did it all go wrong?


It would've been at the very beginning
Before we even knew it was a mistake.

We can't go back
There never was anything left for me.

But

Pretend this is the beginning
The day that it all will start.

There's nothing holding us back

This wasn't forever
It doesn't have to be.

We can still be free.

I used to soar high above the skies
Taking flight to anywhere in sight
Grazed upon lighting that almost killed me
My wings deigned in defeat as I bleed
But this heart are my wings of steel
Mettle armored with my will
To never giving up
And to fly again


Erennwrites

Do you hate the face you see?
Or think back over the times,
You saw a different face,
When these eyes held terrible lies,

Do you resent the times you said,
The things that slipped from your tongue?
Or do you think of those words with intrigue,
And wonder if you had always known but refused to believe?

Do you think back to the times in your head?
The times you wished you could unravel,
Spill your desires upon the sheets
As your mind climbed into 'my' bed,

Do you see my face with anger?
Or with pity? Or disgust?
Do you see my face at all?
Or is it buried deep 'neath the past?

Running, never pacing myself.
Exhausted. Lonely. Not always alone.
Often wonder what you're doing.

I hold my breath like I hold back tears
And count to ten.
With each number, I only recall memories of better times

By rivers, by lakes, by fires, by friends;
By your side (most importantly)
And you always calling everyone "love"
And how I wished I could be.

Then darkness washes over;
I remember the flotsam amongst the wreck.
The ship was gorgeous but the parts were not, little bird.
I begin to remember the debris and trying to pick up pieces.

Like eating glass, every bit harder to swallow - the nights haunt me but perhaps I should find comfort;
At least one of us didn't sleep alone.
And how I wish it could've been me.

Within stirs a persistent bane

birthed while on her mother’s knee,
endorsed with fiery warnings
loudly proclaimed from weekly pulpit.

Now her bones grate
against the cushion
while the rhythmic cadence
of rocking chair
runners on hardwood
breaks the dim silence


as past misdoings reverberate

on the back walls of her mind.

Disquietude prompts obsessions
she endeavors to prove invalid.
Her desire to flee

from reminders of falsehoods

and fake passions

nags her endlessly

like unforgivable sins

haunt a cloistered sister.
Neither pleas nor prayers

quell her remorseful ruminations.

You came here to show me your side,
I looked up at the sky
seeing a storm unfold,
surely it would break through soon

I could see that this wouldn't end well,
I would be soaked in remorse
as soon as you uttered those words

Those words,
shaped liked daggers
ready to split me in half

It was never good
when you would raise your voice,
shout at me
as if I were partially deaf,
or a simpleton

You were such a degrading
*******

I had no respect for you,
and you had zero for me

I could see the fire heating up,
behind those ****** **** eyes
that gazed at me
as though,
I were the devil incarnate

You were a melting block,
that nothing
and no one
could stop from burning

The hate,
the anger,
it boiled deep in you

It was like hell
was inside of you

Nothing I ever did
was just right,
and all you ever did
was fight