Just getting started after years spent avoiding creative writing for fear of curse. I have a lot to learn and relearn.
Just getting started after years spent avoiding creative writing for fear of curse. I have a lot to learn and relearn.
Pencil scratching on paper, short little strokes, whispering secrets to no one, writing words to never be spoke. She loves you, you damn fool. She loves you but doesnât know what to do, so she keeps loving you, as much as she tries not to. Pencil scratching on paper, scribble, scrape, scratch, She writes about you and the life the two of you could have, wishes of the day youâll smarten up, give her the love you damn well know she deserves to have. Donât you know sheâd treat you like treasure? Oh, you do, you do, you damn fool. You know damn well how she loves you, and you keep her around when you go âround loving others, you have her watch you love them the way that only you do. She dies a little more with each day, scribbling poems and letters to you only to be stashed away. She watches you love the way only you do, and she dies a little each day, knowing sheâll never know why you wonât love her the same way. Pencil scratching on paper, letters to you only to be stashed away. Pencil scratching on paper.
Sheâs not right.
She canât see eye to eye But she can see through
Your lies.
She sees. Mmmmm⌠Iâm. NmDeception
Manipulation, infectionf The blue of deep oceans In your eyes
FShe cries out for you But her cries fall silent with no echo On a black night sky
Her heart still bbmmmmmmmbv Races At the sound of your voice But the sound of Goodbye
Rather, âIâll be your main chick,â and youâll swear fidelity, but you are weak, youâll cheat, you will, my sweet sadistic, you will break my beat heart, so best you have the gall to speak with honesty and say, Just say youâll stay, just stay, please stay because youâre the beat of my heart today and the death of my soul tomorrow, Iâll never let myself feel the way I feel about you now, too late, but trust me, Iâm fine, itâs okay, Iâll play nice, sure, I will play with your side-piece tonight. So bury with me her corpse come day, weâll be vampires in the sun with shovel and hoe, and round around weâll go, weâll spin, go, spin, donât you ever try to get away, Iâll give my best to keep you safe. Iâll do my worst, to have you stay, stay, stay, this is how I love, and you, the sinister, I have always loved in all the ways. Itâs been you, my own mister sadistic, and the games we play. Itâs you I love the best in the worst of ways.
She kisses the tears away from my eyes one last time and settles down on her pillow next to mine. We lie face to face. I hold her close because I know in my heart that this is the last time sheâll sleep next to me, and when morning comes, sheâs still in my arms, but sheâs gone. I loved her more than anything in this world. I close her little mouth and I break. I will never be myself again.
