I’ve humored your stupidity,
I’ve cuddled with your weaknesses,
I’ve worshipped your lies,
I’ve shattered my heart waiting for you,
I’ve marred my soul believing you,
And what have you done?

Leave!

And when I leave,
You'll finally understand,
The meaning of,
Silence After The Storm.

When you bite a Scorpio,
You end up poisoning yourself.

In this age, where one-sided love is often fantasized & romanticized,
It holds a power that no other love can ever hold,
It speaks a language every broken soul will understand,
Paints a picture that makes even the happiest man weep blood.

The words we don't speak,
Become the haunted house we build for ourselves,
The words etched on our lips,
Crawl the walls of our mind suffocating,
The words trapped inside us,
Keep us awake at night,
Terrifying us like a ghost on a cold night,
The words that decay inside us,
Slowly, **** our souls and leave us dead.

How would you know?
If it doesn’t drive you mad,
If it doesn’t question your sanity,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you hate yourself & the whole world,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t ruin you,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you talk to yourself or the moon,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you do stupid things,
If it doesn’t make you a king/queen of bad decisions,
How would you know that it’s nothing but,
Insane, idiotic, and immeasurable love.

She’s not beautiful,
She’s not nice,
She’s messy,
Terrifying, haunting,
Radiant, breath-taking,
Just like art.