crookedwings
There we lay.
So close, and so far away from one another.
I can feel you breathing.
Slow. Soft. Simple.
Breathe me in.
Breathe me out.
Your eyes flicker,
open and closed.
Our eyes meet,
you smile and...
it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
It takes my breath away.
I need someone to help me
but I won't let anyone near me.
I'm too scared
terrified.
I wish I could
but I can't.
I can't let anyone know how messed up I am.
people are selfish,
humans are the most inhumane creatures created.
Most people suck.
Let's put all of the good people in one place,
and all the evil ones somewhere else,
like heaven and hell,
but while we're still alive.
we have to die to figure it all out?
what good is it to us then?
we're already fucking gone.
Still... people, are just, people,
and I guess we can't blame them for being what they are.
Just like we can't blame a fish for not knowing how to fly.
perfection is dysfunctional.
chaos is reality.
beauty is the truth in it all that no one ever sees.
held up inside,
a tower just for me
where all my secrets lie,
waiting to sail across the sea.
To free myself
from this prison I made
strung up my own chains
to keep everyone out.
Now I'm locked in,
and no one can get me out.
Forever in my tower,
of sorrow and doubt.
plug it in.
turn up the music.
turn off the world.
tune it all out.
tune in to the melody.
the harmony of life.
but silence is loud,
when all you hear is your heart.
your veins screaming for release.
I am bending over backwards.
Reaching, stretching,
trying so hard to get to you.
Do hearts flex?
they ache, that's for sure.
as fast as I run, away from all of this.
stillness is still all around me.
I keep trying to get away from it,
but it's chasing me.
I'm getting nowhere so fast,
but I keep trying, keep going,
because I can't just be still...
This life can't always be mine.
when I was younger I always spelled whether like weather. I would confuse my teachers, and friends who read whatever I wrote. And even though i knew it was wrong, I kept doing it. Maybe I just forgot... or maybe I was just so excited to get out what I had to day that I didn't care how wrong it was..
"It's a miracle!" she shouted as she ran into my room.
"What happened?"
"I found someone to love me."
"That isn't surprising, everyone loves you."
"No, not really."
The truth was, everyone loved her.
I loved her, but she walked away until the someone else who actually spoke up.
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