when oceans destroy.she's silent. though her heart is screaming. he's loud. though his heart is numb.when oceans destroy.
she pushes her palms to the ground, wishing the world would drag her down, down, down, into somewhere else, his life. where he holds nothing but certainties. she can't rely on the beat of her heart anymore,
hearts lie.
he puts his foot down. accelerates. rain lashes out against the windows, his tears match the burning patterns on the windscreen. falling, smashing, loud against the heat of his face. he just needs to to
fill this empty space.i ran back to where we started, placing my feet in both our footsteps, so i could see when we were perfect.fill this empty space.
how the world moved around us and sound traveled through us and love caught us.
bring me back. time, take me back. graze my knees like i did before, only that time you were there to pick me up afterwards.
i am small. insignificant in your world of priorities and stardom. you always shone brighter than the rest. i told you i was scared of getting in the way, couldn't you of just told me straight away? i would've fixed this
hopelessnesses aside.i liked to watch you. i'd ask you questions, one's i did not care for, just so i could admire your body languagehopelessnesses aside.
and the way your lips pursed when you paused,
you paused,
i held my breath..
your lips resembled a heart, i wished i could've put it on my chest.
because then i'd feel proud to walk around, with a shiny, red, whole heart and i'd let everyone admire it and witness the love.
but i wouldn't dare ruin such a perfection. and one day, i wish you'd teach me how to do that & one day, someone will notic
all this and counting.power- you thought you held the jurisdiction.all this and counting.
i still dont understand it. did 'no' sink to the fathoms of your heartless soul, barely initiating any recognition for it's true meaning?
smothered- mentally, physically, metaphorically.
i could not think, it was too difficult. i was weak, your words could have tipped me over the edge. i was empty.
breathing- it was hard, dense.
if you could call what i was doing breathing? survivng with the oxygen left in my brain.
realisation- i wouldn't allow it.
Angeram i standing, in the hurricane of my life. will i survive, this fever of confusion and despair. will i approach towards the decision, and avoid another collision onto the fears of my life?Anger
violently, my vision of reflection changes. all that seemed to be me, to me, is drowning in my sea of abhorrence.
oh no, there is no turning back now. you have unleashed my soul's wrath. the blood of hatred bursts out of me, and it shall not be damped down as it reaches the nearness of your bare feet.
i gave you life, and you made it hell. these bones of your
Humanity Society...? That was brought up in a discussion at school today. I smile every time I hear them say we're getting better, that we're 'going green'. We're not-- and don't pretend you haven't noticed. In society today, the worst happens to the best of people, the criminals get away with what they do. They don't just happen to show up one day to make things harder for spider-man, either. They're evolved. Do you know anybody who gets into senseless fights constantly, starts to turn utensils into weapons, bullies younger kiHumanity
Girl with the glow stick heartShe played at night in the greenery of the silent fields, Glowing above weeds, vines and shrubs that grew to her mellow hums. She had a heart that cured wounds of the worse, And sparked smiles that lit up the skies. Her heart shown through the cloth that lined her blouse, Making her bleed colors; warm, lovely colors… She spun circles in forests leaving a trail of neon lamplight,Girl with the glow stick heart
Which not even crows could swallow. She hadn’t a name, for she couldn’t afford such a thing, But she acted as if she could. The young beauty had a face painted over with freckles, And as
woah;
Lonely
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i know
i will try
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there's beauty in the breakdown.
how are you?
you look interesting.
i wish i could meet you...
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that'd be good ayy (:
nighttt xx
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