FEEBLE PETALS
I was once a flower
But every time I fell deeper in love with you
The more petals we're stolen from me
Until I was fully revealed
And I couldn't hide the feelings anymore.
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HEARTS
My heart was isolated
Darkness creeped in with every rare heartbeat it made
I needed something to feel up that space
But every solid thing in my life was ephemeral
The emptiness I felt was too great to be fixed
It was almost hopeless
Until you came.
BUTTERFLY
A butterfly
As beautiful as it is
Yet rare to some people
As much as you love and want it
It's not all the time you get it
And when you do
You can't keep it locked up in your palms
You can't keep him locked up in your heart.
THE COURSE
She cried
Because she knew
That no matter what he did
She'd forgive him
No matter what she heard
She'll still paint him in a fine light
What could she do
She had mastered the art of love
But she was yet to know all the pain she will endure for it's cause
LOVE UNTIL THE END
Time passed by and so did you
The sun drifted and you did too.
HIM
The way the sun kissed his skin
The way he always knew what was wrong
The way he calmed me
Or the way he got to my heart
It scared me
He had the power to cause havoc in my heart
Chaos within me
I was scared to let him in.
EMPTY
They claim to love
An old walk down memory lane
They always remember
A history I never made
They are happy
In a world I cease to exist in
It's obvious
They are to good for me
It feels like a burden
And I know they feel so too.
LIABILITY
It doesn't hurt me to know you hate me
I hate me too
You don't need to feel bad for me
I already do
Don't try to hurt me
It already hurts being me
Don't try to love me
It would only hurt more when you get tired
It might all seem sad
But don't worry about me
For it all comes with being a liability.
Trauma Child
i realized that it is not my disbelief of love and it's realness; but rather, it is the understanding of the inability to attain that thing of which people so often refer to with fondness.
i found it is the undeniable curse of being the unlovable.
you see, it is not that love is heartbreak.
it is that loving me is.
a z u r e
As I lay awake
Thinking 'bout you, thinking her I know
It's no mistake, that I'm feeling like this
I wonder if and how you'd feel,
Knowing something amiss
You wouldn't know what to make of it
I don't know
If the sight of you makes me bitter
If what I'd say, would even matter
Or if want it to
It doesn't hurt, to feel for you
It doesn't hurt, knowing that deep down I might not want this
It doesn't feel like I'm drowning
With my bleeding heart
Open for you
Searching
I am still searching
Always will
Not for you
But the piece of myself
I gave to you
In you
The solace I find in solitude
Can only be beaten by
The salvation I find in you
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