and sickening sweet
and I can’t see you anymore
when you’re mixed in like that
I didn’t want the responsibility
or the acknowledgement
I didn’t even want to be
But I was
I hope I win.
whats so stunning about it?
the fact it’s broken
scattered on the floor
now you’re shimmering
and I don’t want to pick you up
I’d rather just stare
and see myself
in your crumbling walls
sometimes it aches to hear
and sometimes I ache without it
is the colour of my smile
and the light behind your eyes
but nothing else has that flare
nothing at all
what is a selfless sacrifice?
If you’re willing to sacrifice yourself isn’t it for YOUR morals?
I’m going to sacrifice everything I’d sacrifice myself for.
stop the cycle.
crashing all around
filling up space
I can finally hear myself think.
a star shoots by
and somewhere a girl is coughing up water
I could have been an artist
then I realized I had no choice
the art of artistry is an art in itself
Everyday we create
paths,energy,memories,trash, passion, relationships.
We don’t have a say
can be broken, shattered so simply. Making someone comfortable is the most uncomforting thing you can do for them. Let them be awkward, nervous, uncomfortable. Let them learn how to be. And maybe sometimes they shouldn’t be comfortable.
who chooses to feel sadness in their completion?
not the ones who are completely content in their emptiness.
face. but when I see this face it’s not screaming, its quite and calm and still…more radical than any body could ever be.
but not empty.
when it cracks, I am frightened but I know that I need it
I’m so sick of the dullness, I am no longer intrigued
I turn it over
and watch it fall
he soaked up everything,
every thought that slowly drained out of my head
I think my mind was attracted to his imperfect, incomplete self
as the time slowly slips away, a hot impulse fills my body, my mind
I feel as though I must leap because if I do not, I know for certain I will just fall
everything was crumbling,
life was being taken from everything, everywhere
light sucked the color out of walls,
babies crying and pipes dripping
everything was crumbling
even though it was never taken apart
I feel it hit me and as I stumble back, I forget to notice
that I am not obliged to feel this way
and there is choice.
I was never really
all it does is shield us, protect us from something unwanted.
a barrier in between us and something more real, something natural that we should all feel.
and eventually will.
his sea took everything
crashed into my shores
and swept away all of my sea shells
salty and strong
I was uncertain
but I let him anyway
and in the grey fog of the morn
he was gone
he had rolled away
onto anothers shore
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