NowJust when you thought you could break away from us, A broken piece, a dark whole. A dark whole, a broken piece. You piece together the care you receive. Nothing there, nothing there. Respect the disrespect, smile first, creep to please. Break the chain, mend the metal, eat it. As you thought not too long ago, drown yourself in epiphany. Revelation, no resurrection when you’re the one who dies. And repeat. When you’re the one that dies. Forget the beat, forsake the meter, live to the beat of your heart. Dance to the beat of your break. As you waltz down intNow
A PromiseI’ll cry you a river to float your boat. I’ll bleed you a painting if it makes you smile. I’ll sell my soul to buy you flowers. I’ll give you my heart if you keep it a while. After that, I don’t need it back.A Promise
HopingChrysalis ruptures, releases ashy remainsHoping
Of the mother of hope. It is said that following a light in the dark, Where there is none, Following a moral Through vice, Believing yesterday is experience Not pattern, Is for the children of immaculacy. Feed the children, feed them with easily detachable morals. Feed them with images of beauty that scar, smiles that frown. Feed them with self-righteous ethics, poetics of monetary funding. Feed them with the products of injustice, justified by time and habit. Feed them with air, inflate their ego to where it will burst. &n
HurtedJust when you though you could break away from us, A broken piece, a dark whole. A dark whole, a broken piece. You piece together the care you receive. Nothing there, nothing there. Respect the disrespect, smile first, creep to please. Break the chain, mend the metal, eat it. As you thought not too long ago, drown yourself in epiphany. Revelation, no resurrection when you’re the one who dies. And repeat. When you’re the one that dies. Forget the beat, forsake the meter, live to the beat of your heart. Dance to the beat of your break. And you waltz down intHurted
before, beforei am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush.before, before
my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person.
i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall.
the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing
falling sickness.one.falling sickness.
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
two.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
three.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you
