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Tortured Hands Of A Writer
love, loss and the occasional cigarette <3
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Tortured Hands Of A Writer
love, loss and the occasional cigarette <3
love, loss and the occasional cigarette <3
love, loss and the occasional cigarette <3
To be entirely honest with you,
It was a while ago.
I know i should've been honest
But growing up taught me my feelings weren't important.
My fuse ignited longer ago
Than i care to admit
And for that i am sorry.
I was burning head to toe,
For too long.
Every inch of my skin took the pain that the tiny trailling spark caused.
That fuse line wrapped itself around my neck till i co...
Started out strong
Didnt we
Time files
And love dies
Its undeniable
We loved
And laughed
You watched me cry
Once was enough
Twice hurt too much
And after three
It just wasnt meant to be
Your first real love
Is destined to be one
To burn the worst
Although we've parted ways
And its sour as citric acid
Our tongues are raw
And cracked
And bleeding
I screamed and shouted
Begged and pleaded...
I have spent my whole life
Loving others "too much"
More than myself
More than life
I have loved to hard
too intensely
too invasively
But i don't think i have
i believe the real issue
is that my love language goes
far too under appreciated
far too often
Shakespeare wrote with so much passion
Just as Michelangelo painted
Everyone love the artists that loves too much and too hard and too i...
Those four walls weren't my own
The paint ever so slightly
A different shade of lonely.
The carpet a little more
Worn down
The closed door just a tad heavier
More final than it should've been.
The air was colder
Not by much
But by enough to notice.
The dark creeped up a tiny bit
Quieter than it should've done
Encasing a bit too tightly.
My eyes don't register this place
As home
Or as sa...
the sound of running water soothes
even the darkest corners of my
withered soul.
caressed by the gentle touch
of soap bubbles
each single one tending to my
broken skin.
breathing in a heavy steam
that hangs in the air so delicately
reguvinaging my
rotting lungs.
the four walls of this wet room
are the only ones that
see me.
and i mean truly see me.
they've seen my scars and stretch ...
He did not confess to me.
but he may as well have.
He did not look me in the eye and admit it.
but he may as well have.
He did not say it out loud.
but he may as well have.
He did not whisper it under his breath.
but he may as well have.
He could not lie to me,
not even a white one.
His lips read far too easily.
His eyes darted far too quickly.
His voice spoke far too fast.
And i...
Stargazing
Never ending gazing.
Nights spent together
Hiding from the weather.
Pupils fixed on the sky
Not a single tear to cry.
Under the shine of the stars
Rather than all those bars.
Cradled by the dark
Lost in a childhood park.
Travelling all the stars in two
Now I don't know what to do.
Looking from my window,
The sky full of stars seems so dead and cold,
A place once so magical ...
Dreams are a paradise
A morning cup of tea
Birthday candles
A warm shower in the bitterness of winter
Home cooked meals
Hands held on romantic walks
Autumn leaves falling orange
Fresh linen scented
Fluffy blankets
and illusions.
Because when your eyes open again
You find that nothing is really
Sunshine and daisies.
The air stings
Skys gone completely grey
Suns no where to be found
Even the g...
Those hazel eyes
Gaze back into my own
And time stops
The hands fall from the clock
The birds stop singing
The winds whistle fades
And all that is left
Are those hazel eyes
They say the most beautiful things in nature
Are the deadliest
But those eyes looking back at me
Hold an intangible amount of
Of pure
Unrefined beauty
And when the light catches them
Just right
They turn
Like warm honey...
They say
As it pertains to Greek mythology
That humans were created with
Two faces
Four arms
Four legs.
Two souls.
But the Gods grew fearful
Of the complete humans
Out of their fear
We were all split
Into two.
We were doomed by the Gods
To spend the rest of our lives
Searching
For our missing, other halves
For the Gods knew
When intertwined with those lost
Other halves
We are too powe...