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you, dragging your fingers
across my collarbone. the
same fingers that once
held a fragment of a smile.
you, finding new pathways
to my diminished heart
but never finding a bridge
and my bones are too weak
to act as stepping stones
'
you, pretending the stars
are mere white dots, the world
forgot to paint black. you're still
holding your paintbrush,
slowly colouring the earth a murky
black. snowflakes fall like drops of
ink onto dirty scraps of paper.
you, giving up on the world and
everyone who stands in it,
like paper doll cutouts
'
me, trying to remember the
sun and all the shadows it would
cast upon your face
making your icy blue eyes
plunge further into your sockets.
me, peeling the dreams and hopes
and wishes off your filthy skin
where they left scars as
collateral damage. little heart shaped
bandages cover your body, as i try to
kiss you better one last time
'
you, forgetting to look both ways
at the past and at the future
you, swerving towards the
seven black balloons to set them
free. but instead you buried six
and only let one drift to the clouds
you, giving up on blue skies,
green grass, and white daisies
you, creating a world full of black
balloons and inky rain. a world without
hope
across my collarbone. the
same fingers that once
held a fragment of a smile.
you, finding new pathways
to my diminished heart
but never finding a bridge
and my bones are too weak
to act as stepping stones
'
you, pretending the stars
are mere white dots, the world
forgot to paint black. you're still
holding your paintbrush,
slowly colouring the earth a murky
black. snowflakes fall like drops of
ink onto dirty scraps of paper.
you, giving up on the world and
everyone who stands in it,
like paper doll cutouts
'
me, trying to remember the
sun and all the shadows it would
cast upon your face
making your icy blue eyes
plunge further into your sockets.
me, peeling the dreams and hopes
and wishes off your filthy skin
where they left scars as
collateral damage. little heart shaped
bandages cover your body, as i try to
kiss you better one last time
'
you, forgetting to look both ways
at the past and at the future
you, swerving towards the
seven black balloons to set them
free. but instead you buried six
and only let one drift to the clouds
you, giving up on blue skies,
green grass, and white daisies
you, creating a world full of black
balloons and inky rain. a world without
hope
Literature
insomniactic
it’s eleven at night and there’s an empty spot where my lungs should be
and i’m covering for your lying ass
and my hands are starting to shake from where the alcohol is burning off
it’s eleven at night and you won’t even talk to me
midnight and
i feel the emptiness setting in
your cold shoulder has frozen me solid, i think
because the pain is setting in and i can’t move i can’t breathe
it might be onetwothree four, maybe four,
because i’ve lost track of the hours i’ve lost track of you and god
i can’t tell if i miss you or not
all i know is sleep keeps evading me and i want it
i wa
Literature
67. Sixty-Seven Percent
I had you wrapped around me
Your body so warm
Against my pale skin
I had your voice
Singing my name
Over and over again
I had your slightest touch
Locked away in a box
As I held the key tightly
But I could only contain
Sixty seven percent
Of your heart
The rest loved
Just simply
Loved the little things
I had you looking at me
Your eyes so bright
In that sun light
I had your mind
Only thinking about
Me over and over again
But I could only contain
Sixty seven percent
Of your heart
The rest loved
Just simply
Loved the little things
I had you wrapped around me
Your body so warm
Against my pale skin
Literature
Contradiction
Saying one thing,
Whilst meaning another,
And changing your story,
Shows me your true colors
It shows me who you really are,
Deep down inside,
And it seems that no longer,
Is it something you can hide
You are a walking contradiction,
In body, mind, and words
You've shown each and every one of us,
Exactly how little you are worth
Your selfish motivations,
Serve only to cause grief,
But that no longer matters,
For we know in what you believe
Know that we don't believe in YOU,
Honestly, I don't feel we ever did,
And it's so much easier to say,
Now that we know what you've kept hid
Yes, a contradiction,
Meaning upon meaning a
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i was rambling quite a lot in this piece. so i don't think it all makes sense but whatever.
theme: give up
theme: give up
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dammit, I wish I could put into words how much I love your poetry...
I read it over and over and drown in dreams and illusions it brings.
truly amazing
I read it over and over and drown in dreams and illusions it brings.
truly amazing