Dear Love, You’ve given me another chance. You’ve put up a fight and left me restless, But you’ve given me another chance. You tore down my soul, So I built myself a fortress, But you have indeed given me another chance. You’ve appointed the wicked as my knights, But I’m sure that was a mistake, …
what is this feeling? so familiar and vague. like a steady passing thought. an existence of nothing more and nothing less. neutralized body. mind astray. but fleeting. water roaring on a beach drowning in sand. water neither cold nor warm. but perfectly still. virtuous loud silence. fifty-fifty? or zero-zero? perfect standstill.
I could smear this canvas in paint and expensive pictures. I could cover every blemish and harmful marking. I could make it black and white, or vibrant with every color in the sky. But there is always a reality behind that. I’m dragging needles through my skin to cover pain. I’m wearing my heart on …
Letters we write ourselves are so often vague. We say that we’ll get through this, Or that it all goes away. We know this isn’t true. See self, we have a history with trauma And avoiding our problems, Or avoiding our mistakes. We probably do it then As we do it now, All this time …
I am an emerald. Beautiful, but green. Quite rare like the others. Expensive, but green So not often bought for these reasons. Everyone wants a diamond. Clean and polished. Not a hint of green. I want to be a diamond But I’d risk my rarity. The diamonds are chosen in each shop. Think engagement And …
Scary stories told around fires Are extravagant details To grasp attention. But the scariest story is in plain sight. Nobody wants to tell that story And maybe it’s a fear of it being stolen. Or maybe it’s the fear Of knowing it word for word. So tell those stories Of monsters and witchcraft Or anything …
“I wanted the world and all I got was this lousy ‘I love you’”.
I am not trapped. I am merely a visitor on an extended stay with a returning flight if I ever choose to take it.
It was raining in New York. I knew it was coming. The forecast said high chances but I still took my own. “I want more!” I said, talking about the city and nothing else. Of course I wanted to see what New York had to offer. Clouds loomed over the sky but I just wanted …
The hot water is not the only burning feeling present. It can’t drown the thoughts, but I still try. Scrubbing my head as if the soap will seep into the corners of my mind. Wisps of hair come with every attempt of ripping out the bad. They add up into clumps. Slipping off my body …