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I loved once (unreturned)
and could never find a
place to leave those
feelings,
no receptacle for unwanted
affection,
no bin for stifled
desire.
When so much love
can find no home,
it pools like welling
panic,
a trapped bird,
frantic wings beating
against clean
glass,
until toxic,
a deep, green illness
that kills so
slowly,
the body forgets
to die.
and could never find a
place to leave those
feelings,
no receptacle for unwanted
affection,
no bin for stifled
desire.
When so much love
can find no home,
it pools like welling
panic,
a trapped bird,
frantic wings beating
against clean
glass,
until toxic,
a deep, green illness
that kills so
slowly,
the body forgets
to die.
Literature
heart song.
this is the song
to your heart.
listen.
-
part zero.
oh, dearest,
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
fireworks?
-
part one.
sleeping.
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
much.
your heart is only sleeping.
-
part two.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide a
Literature
pieces of glass.
i've watched the angels
in your heart burn
their halos and rip out
their wings;
shards of glass lodge
themselves in skin until
there's no hope of ever
pulling them out, until
they're a part of you;
the cold in the air
sink into me, until
sorrow is the only feeling
left in my bones;
people tear themselves apart,
and all that's left is
a pile of suffocating tears
and bloody fingernails
and broken hopes and dreams;
fairytale books erase their endings,
rewrite a tragedy
worthy of
shakespeare;
artificial lights in human minds
flicker and dim out,
and nothing is left
to chase away the shadows
lingering in corners;
i've w
Literature
falling sickness.
one.
he reminded you of comets colliding and holding your breath underwater and bedtime stories. he was your rainbow, your sunny sky, your ledge to hold onto and the song you fell asleep listening to each night.
you couldn't get him out of your head.
you didn't even want to.
two.
there was no choice, no other option. there was nothing - nothing but him and the promises in his eyes and the whispers from his lips.
there was nothing but falling.
three.
he made you smile, made you laugh, made you want to live again. the two of you would go to the park just to watch the shadows chase each other on the ground. he'd hold your hand and tell y
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it pools like welling
panic,
is my favourite line and then, of course, a great ending. Great endings make my day.
panic,
is my favourite line and then, of course, a great ending. Great endings make my day.