I have never believed in the idea of
“falling in love”
Instead, I believe we
“fall into the realization"
That we have been in love
The entire time
Month: March 2019
She dances under broken skies
Seeking pleasure with the pain
Of holding souls in tainted cries
While they melt into her veins
Her skin dripping with conviction
An infected moral code
Countless sins, on a hopeful whim
To pay a debt that she was owed
Cuts
It wasn’t until I could see the moon rise that I decided to make my way outside to the wooden swing that gently swayed in the wind. After navigating through the dark, I sat down and felt the soft breeze that leaked through the forest behind me gently touch the parts of me that were uncovered. I tried everything I could to organize my thoughts, slow my breathing, and find some sort of peace in the chaos that wrecked my mind. Unfortunately, this type of madness stems from the depths of wounds even I wasn’t aware existed.
With a simple touch
I found myself spinning out of control
Grasping at anything to keep myself steady
And though he knew this all along
He still found himself in a state of confusion
As he watched me inevitably disconnect
From the ground beneath me
Clouded skies turn blue into grey
As promises from you continue to fade
The flowers I grew have wilted away
For a new foundation of all your disdain
Nothing felt better
Than how easy it was
To feel loved by you
Until I learned
It was even easier
For me to feel hated
What's Mine Is Yours 