Valerie Csorba

Valerie Csorba Feb 2014

For You

Those tears you bear are proof that you've been through too much at one time. Your breaking point is found and your body refuses your heart the right to see its rhythm or rhyme. Strength in the shape of someone so broken is the toughest kind around. You're a lover and a fighter, and someone who can astound all of those around you who ponder you with questions. Such a beautiful soul that is locked up with good intentions should never be hidden so far behind the ribcage to never be found once more. This flawed design is a hindrance to you and your very core. Don't you ever give up, don't you ever surrender. You've made it this far, don't forget to remember.

Valerie Csorba Feb 2014

A Prayer from Someone All But Religious

Knives pull bits of flesh from my core in order to bear your name and they just keep etching further. God forbid I dig my own heart out to attempt sharing it with you! Your regards towards my sentiments are all but juxtapositioned with my own!
Why must I wait behind your doors waiting for you to open them when I had found myself within you so easily before? Why all of a sudden have I been banned from your essence?
You may as well just tear my heart out, it's not like I'll feel a difference; you take pleasure in murdering me anyway. It arouses you.

Death be to all whom have tried to love you.

Valerie Csorba Feb 2014

Flawed Design

He wrote her a letter
"Hello,
I miss you"
And she replied neglecting legible correspondence

Valerie Csorba Feb 2014

I Miss Us

It's hard to explain
It's difficult to admit
It hurts me to say it
I'm not the same
You aren't the same
We aren't the same
Things just aren't the way they were before

....and they never will be again...

No matter the amount I will it.

To a past lover.

Valerie Csorba Feb 2014

Reason: Me

I ache to see your smile as it shines with the absence of color
I long to listen to your exciting laugh post-hilarity
I want to hear you vocalize notes in artistic dedication
I desire to watch those beautiful sapphires glimmer with adoration
Give me your soft, loving palms to lock with mine own
Allow me access to your lips so our actions can be labeled with "passion"
Permit me not the swallowing of my "I love yous"
Warrant me the ability to tell you "I miss you"

I beseech you be truly loved
Cared for
Happy
Longed for
Required

And I pray that reason be: Me

Valerie Csorba Feb 2014

I Must Be Mistaken

I'm sinking into the abyss that is my heart and I'm finding things I never wanted to rediscover; scars, hatred, power, and the lack of. Melancholy melodies being strummed upon my untamed heart strings break me to pieces that I don't imagine I'll ever find. Nothing seems real anymore; not the tiny beating hearts softly slumbering in my wake, not the past mischievous patterns of intimacy, not even any other emotion aside from the dark places I thought had been destroyed.
I am becoming a disaster. Words become... FRAGILE. Tears become... WORDS. And pain.... Pain becomes... AN ESCAPE. Such a long time without breaking this trend, one slip of the hand and....

Oops.