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Such difficult morals you have
There are no loopholes
No room to breathe
Do you enjoy this?
This slow torture
Suffocating into those strange rules you make?

Maybe I AM
Just a rebellious, gusty adolescent
But
I hate crying myself to sleep every night
I hate hiding my face every morning when you leave for work
Just so you don't have to see
My ugly swollen eyes
So that you have an "ideal" morning

I WILL say what's on my mind
Whatever you make out of it
This strange masquerade ball that we attend everyday
Seems to be hosted especially for the both of us
Only for the both of us

So...
What's the point in hiding your face?
I was trampled on
Heavy boots pinned my face to the ground
My once hooked nose became a broken mess

But then again I heard those words
"You...must...stay... strong"
"You...must...not...cry"

I'm sorry but I'm afraid
I've let you all down
Because
I cried. I cried until my eyes were swollen
Only then, and only then
Did I stand up again

I lost my strength
But I'm slowly regaining my courage
Cry me a rainbow river

Set aflame by red neon lights

As I walk past the dark houses of lonesome town

I miss the illumination of your smile.
I've kept my heart in a jar
Locked my tears in the sky
Don't need to cry or hurt anymore
But I feel so empty, and I wonder why

Mistletoe shade is scarce
Mistletoe season is yet to come
And like them I'm ******* out the life out of my past
Curving endlessly into the tracks of my last run
The birds flew away from their nests

Their silent songs enveloping their abrupt farewell

Like an abandoned child, those lifeless straws

Soak the tears of the empathising sunset
The sunshine halo
That surrounds our entwined fingers
Sings the song of beginning
The melody of the young dawn

We've only just begun loving
We've only just started to try
And I hope that it'll be very long
Before we bade goodbye
I have killed your memories
But...how do I get rid of these remains?
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