what can i say?after you left, i went away for a week. i told them i went to a funeral i did. it was my own. i watched the open casket lay for hours. i watched them lower myself into the earth. i could have saved myself back then. but i wanted to see who would care enough to help save me. no one came and the earth had already been replaced. it took too long for me, waiting. and i realized no one would care, except for me. so i dug for months, trying to find myself. when i came to the casket, i was gone. and the earth fell over me.what can i say?
choice.I read something once somewhere stating, love is a choice.choice.
Is that what makes it so hard? Wondering if we're making the right decision? Or maybe because, we can't grasp what love is. It's intangibility, unreal quality that makes it what it is - love.
we can't choose something we don't know anything about. And if we do, who's to say that taking a risk is the wrong decision?
Forgetting you will never happen. but when I see you, &
Dust to DustThe fading light painted your face in colors that don't have names but I kept my silence because there was nothing I could say that the sun couldn't say more eloquentlyDust to Dust
I sat beside you and hoped
that the arm around your shoulders would never be enough because if the day came
that I was everything you wanted you would have no reason to press tighter against me because if that day came when you no longer needed more no longer needed me to struggle no longer needed to pin our hearts to the wall and skewer them with arrows you and I cou
ParadoxYou were an unstoppable force and I wasn't quite immovable despite all my attempts to anchor my feet to the ground and pretend to be a boulder or a wrecking ball or an anvil crushing animals into accordion shapes, with broken spines and eyes that can't decide whether to make you laugh or cryParadox
With my neck askew I am forced on in full submission to your push to your beauty as you make my object of destruction mundane not nothing but not much too light to crush anything but myself
YouI sometimes write about you And how you fix everything How you make the world clear And make me know if only for a second That pain is sometimes worthwhile And love always is And I can have pain, love and everything If I search, if I love, it I hurtYou
So too bad then “you” aren’t real
Thanks for representing all my innermost needs and desires, asshole.
The PleiadesI remember when we were people.The Pleiades
I remember when our dreams were alive and your basement was an oasis
The desert was of our own imagining but we hydrated each other to the bursting point
We would spend hours with eyes intently focused on glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling
I looked outside last night (the constellations you invented weren't real)
We'd spend hours concerned with life and hours more trying to describe what defied description.
Now I pretend I know everything and dreams are for people who don't understand. &nbs
Nothing more
Confused
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It never gets old, huh?
Nope.
It kinda makes you wanna...
Break into song?
Yep.
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