Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Fallen In Love With A Liar
As I sit here listening to your pain, my heart shatters and the shards cut me so deep all I want is to release screams of agony and tears of longing to escape me. You have no idea how much I suffer for you, but that means absolutely nothing because your mistakes have deemed me untouchable, have marked me as off limits. Damn it my head fights with my heart every day over you, saying I shouldn't fall in love with a traitor, but the tempation is just too sweet to pass up. My soul pleads with my heart to let you go because it knows I will die from the crushing blow of insanity, but the very idea of releasing that twisted love is insanity in itself. My heart doesn't want to let you go, but know I will die if I don't. Is it worth it? I've fallen in love with a liar, a soul who is afraid to let everything show. But I'm a liar too, so is it really that bad? Damn it all. I give up on everything! Everything...but you
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Truth Hurts-Monologue
The harsh truth is that you broke my heart, that you stomped on its fragile, breathing soul, and that you infected it with the ice of your cruel existence. I don't care that you don't want to hear it, but you know damn well you need to have your sanity be weighed down upon by my insanity. Look at me, I said look at me! Look at what you have caused, look at the scars you slashed into me, leaving a map of your deception! You feel my pain? Don't try to feed me and yourself that bullshit. You're sorry? Please don't try and make me pity you, because you deserve nothing more but this slap of truth. Pain. Pity. Why don't you try pathetic and meaningless? Now get out of my sight, you worthless destroyer of love. I'm done with you wreaking havoc on my poor damaged heart.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Pleading for Your Love
Rusty tears paint my cheeks, like how you used to create a masterpiece with your blazing smile
Knives stick themselves into highways meant for life, like how you used to make me breath quicken with your angelic beauty
Scars form a map of suffering, like how you will if you let go of my hand
On my bloodied knees, I beg for your warmth, for your smile
As the waterfalls rumble down onto my scarred hands, I pray for you to understand, for you to accept me
As your footsteps echo through my ears, I plead for you to come back, for you to love me
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