Life is pain. But I wouldn't say I've always felt this way. Pain is a cruel and hateful teacher, Demanding I fight for each and every breath. I'm grateful towards death, That it will all end at some point. It's a ******* shame That life has no real reason or aim. What a peculiar thing
Please. Could u find it in your heart To give me back all those vulnerable moments? Because I feel so stupid now I feel stupid for going against every fiber of my being and exposing myself For daring to say those things that come from a place so deep in my heart that it terrifies me. Knowing that when they rise to the surface When they escape the warmth of my chest and meet the warmth of the sun they become real They become present And tangible And I need you to give them back because I regret it now Because I dared to trust and you did exactly what I expected Because I spent my life building walls and was so well protected But I leapt I dared to love fully and relentlessly And I was all in so I put it in ink. I put it in air I put it in touch I cemented it in time and space. And I regret it. I don't regret the relentless love but I regret letting it see the surface I regret letting you see all those lisa Frank feelings. So colorful and magical and childlike And I'm embarrassed. Cause in the end you didnt deserve it But now it's yours And for the rest of your life you have the privilege of those memories that were birthed from a trust you betrayed You'll get to look back and see how much I loved you How hard I loved you And I'll always see how it was too much I'll always be mad that I went all in Yet it wasn't enough for you to go all in for me Staggering inequity Now how will I dare to trust again? How will I not temper the reckless abandon that makes it so exciting? Love Is easy, But taking that love. Those words. Those memories and giving it matter Depth Sound Touch Color That's a gift. It's the purest art. So please just give them back so I can protect it better next time. I think Next time I'll just keep love in my heart.
we knew it couldn’t work i followed her into the hole in my heart and she built a home there right from the start she led me to the city’s edge and i followed right to the end we kept a mutual knowing between growing distance between the coffee dates and stolen glances and restless ways we’d wring out our hands and i knew it couldn’t work i told them about you and it felt good, it felt new, it felt different but i let me get the best of you, and you faded away with all I couldn’t give you our love was as good as dead and we didn’t last anywhere just in new york, in my dreams in the world in my head
in a couple of years time ill ask if you understand and we’ll do it all again knowing we’re done before it ends
Life is like a pyramid stairs where everyone struggles to step up, some takes few steps up and drift down-up until finally and gradually they slide down ward, while some makes it to the top of the pyramid and tarry for a while before stepping down through the other part of the pyramid or steps down the same path they have paved. But there are those never privileged to take a step...
She left me like Brutus left Caesar like a shark attack. My back was bent and bleeding, and I was well versed in delirium.
She had the electricity shut off the day after she abandoned me, and I drank myself into a new oblivion. There were kittens in the wall--shadows tall and hot, and I was well versed in delirium.
I stole Four Locos' from the convenience store, but not enough to keep the goblins at bay. They chased me through my nightmare--molested me at dawn. The elixir exorcised the monsters. But I often misplaced it, in the dryer or fireplace. Meat began to rot in the freezer, and I was well versed in delirium.
My moon flowered brain thought the cat tree was a person. I paced the floor and talked to it; asked questions, sought solace. Degradation of the mind reached critical mass. And I landed in the psych ward again. The bats brought seizures, and cheesecake, and yogurt berry parfaits that were to die for. I was well versed in delirium
you took rubies dripping from my lips threw me out of my infernal home took from me the jewels in ropes round my neck those that dripped from my hair and the flowers that up sprang from my step all for your glory
this is from a few months ago and I just found it again in one of my notebooks - it needs some work but I like how this looks on the first try