At a time it wasn’t beautiful
Thinking I’d be a lifeless face
People would forget..
I’d Leave quietly in the night
Where I’d lay my restless bones
On a bed of insecurities
Befriending darkness repeatedly
Of my sorrows
Till one morning
A sunrise so bright
Scorched my eyelids
With a hand stretching towards me
Reminding me, “How more than just labels, people shout out”
You saw me as a human
Saving me from my slaughterhouse.
It was at that moment
When I remembered how much
I loved myself till it hurt.
For the first time
In my life
I was reborn
Fluttering my wings
Becoming an instrument of flight
To this new beginning of life
I’ll never again staple my body
With labels by our society
You trip over your insecurities, while thinking of the absolute terror of ever getting too comfortable. The idea of love, might as well be a foreign language to you
because after all , you believe you’re only just a “asshole”
And maybe it will be one hell of a crime
If you just continue to stay.
Or maybe you’ll see that it will all be worth it.
Ps. It would also help if you start seeing yourself more than just a asshole.
I love so passionately that my heart feels raw
If only I was loved the same way
We collapsed together
Like pieces of art
Leaving traces of your lips
All of over my body
Right before you went away.
You claimed your undying love would never be lit again; after all, you carved my name out of your skin. I gawked at that idea, because who’s one to claim “love will never find their way again.” But you insisted, when we were together, and promised me, once your heart was broken. Now. I’m here years, later from the statement; reading your undying love for emerald eyes. I can’t help but chuckle, and say, I told you so.
And that’s why, my dear. Never make promises you can’t keep. Sober, drunk, broken-hearted and in love. Never make promises you can’t keep.
And I simply say what the fuck
I overheard from the other frequency, you’re looking for a face who’s eyes are as soft as mine. Where her lungs sing to you, my same lullaby. In the evenings you panic In the basking light, as you cry in the cobwebs of my dead silhouette. To be honest, I’m not sure why you want to torture yourself with the ghost of me.. but if it makes you stay sane, if it keeps
You alive; to find comfort in someone you wish were my eyes.. then I wish you nothing but the best.
hate to break it to you though, those eyes will never be mine.