#destructiveness
She is all I will ever need.
My bruises and fractures have never healed as fast.
In her presence
her stare.
My flaws and my faults
Feeling all so far behind me.
The acts of wrath I committed
washed away in her gaze.
The gauze she wraps around my wrists
Like soft silk in her touch.
Everything I knew that I was
fades away from me like an unsound dream.
She patches up my worries and fears
With sweet nothings and her smile
That never fading smile.
She is all I will ever need.
What could I do when she is gone?
When I curb to the weight
Of being saved again and again
Without her.
She crumbles slowly everyday
I can see it.
There is no room in this world
To be kind.
I fall back into my old habits
The momentary peace in my life
is always disrupted
Whenever she walks out of my apartment door.
-Kore
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 10:54 PM UTC
SELF-HELP TIPS:
chip your tooth on the toilet. find your goldfish’s grave and dance on it. that guy in the trench coat at the party didn’t know anything, but let your paranoia balloon you into a parody of yourself, let your limbs hum off the bone. lie to other people about smoking **** place an excise on weakness: a tearing for every tear. actually, don’t do that. think about your fish going down the drain. a body in orbit, descending, some tide in your stomach rising. don’t do that either. wear a bracelet of crescent dents. sink your chipped tooth into things often. key trench-coat’s car. bite his headlight. remember your arms? they should be back in your skin by now. now, admittedly, doesn’t mean much. dig up your goldfish or the approximate decay and place it back in the bowl you never cleaned. this looks like continuing as usual but isn’t.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Maybe it's in the air now.
Maybe there is too much going around.
Higher places make people wanna ascend already.
The taste on your tongue comes that quickly.
Gravity isn't lovely,
Most were taught that as kids.
Years later,
hopping on a ship named Titanic 2.
It wasn't for the free *****
It's always the same.
People dying for the same mistakes.
Shorter life for better times,
the equation never changes.
Why don't they put their arm out like a soldier and them allow them to not pass?
Do they want them to realize?
Do they want them to be like the rest?
Like pond ****
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC