You show me your True Colors..
I show you my heart...
You are tired of pretending you're not hurting me...
I never could hate you...
You hate me....
I respect your decision...
You stayed with me....
I felt the touch of heaven....
You get over me...
I am standing in the shadow...
You put a smile upon in my face...
I showed you my broken soul...
You showed me the parts of you that weren't all that pretty...
I love them all...
You judge yourself and me...
I am not able to notice something bad in you...
You tried help me...
I lost some pieces of my heart...
You try hold back the tears...
I cry alone all times..
You are unique...just per
Tell me you care
Tell me you are still there
My heart feels so empty
My soul so bare
Needing some warmth
To take the coldness away
Needing whispers of love that
only I can hear
Moonlight Melody
Once again she emerges
And no one knows she’s there
Staying hidden in the shadows
All are blind and unaware
Her silver wings wrap around her
As she follows a mournful song
One of such beauty and saddens
The melody leads her along
Following the musical path
Her heart begins to rush
The song was getting softer
Fading into the dust
Moving swiftly forward
Not caring to be seen
For in her soul she knows
The voice of the one who sings
Finding the one she seeks
With tears upon her cheeks
Singing up at the moonlight
The stars her symphony
She wraps her wings around her
And whispers in her ear
“Dry your eyes
I am
I would sever my tongue
if I believed
you would accept it
as an offering
of my love.
Drown myself
in the blood
if I knew it would
bring you back
to me.
It is at moments
of weakness
that I long
only to be saved.
To know just once
the feel of strong arms
pulling me up,
holding me before I fall.
I am cold in the winter
rain without your embrace,
and I fear the ways
I would shame myself
to make you take notice
again.
I still remember
the planes falling out of the sky,
when I am dreaming
the screams still sing me
a lullaby.
A crimson horizon
is born just upon
the edge of my sky.
The taste of ashes
in my mouth
flavored with
a spice of victory.
There is fire in my veins,
my heart is a phoenix,
it dies do live,
golden feathers
fall from eyes
when I cry.
I will cover you
in my trembling
plumes,
dress you as my
bird of paradise.
We engage
in crane dances
on the edge
of a razor blade.
And I wake
amidst the debris,
knowing the
wreckage is all mine,
strangely
this is comforting.
It is seared into my mind,
the memory
of the blood trailing
down my arms,
upon the bathroom floor
amid the broken glass
reflecting figments
of myself,
all of them segments
of another lie.
I did this for you
and my own
shattered needs,
it is the part of me
that I carry with
a secret shame,
of wanting to be saved,
demanding action
to prove love.
I just want you
to hold me
to carry me away,
I know it is unfair
that I regress
to these scenes
of destruction
when I feel voiceless
and desperate.
But there is a plague
upon my heart
and so much has
been taken
that my love
only knows how
to be ruthless
it is born
from my
de
You deflate me
without malice or intent,
but so innocuously,
I know that I do this
to myself.
So they tell me
actions speak louder
than words, but
it is your words which
I crave to nourish me.
I try to solace myself
with your deeds, sometimes
so subtle, perhaps for that
all the more meaningful.
But I rather wrap myself
in your vowels and consonants
it might be a weakness of mine,
that I cannot content myself
with only showing.
I long to be told,
repeatedly, regardless
of the unreliability of
mere sounds.
I am the broken one
waiting half-
expectantly
(weighed down heavy with dread)
for you to turn around
and walk away.
I know it is
my defect
that I crave constant
reassurances to calm my
mind from becoming un-
hinged.
Perhaps I am worse
than Miss Havisham
(lacking the justification of her jiltedness)
while you remain
unwaveringly patient by my side,
I collapse beneath
the shame of my mis-
placed suspicions.
Grown not out of mis-
trust in you
but a lack of faith
within my self.
Life Is an Unanswered Question by SilverWynd, literature
Literature
Life Is an Unanswered Question
In the end
I did not love you enough
to kill you.
It is funny, thinking about it
like that now,
how we laughed at the words,
how I was so in awe of your cleverness.
"If you love something set it free,
but if it doesn't come back
hunt it down and kill it."
That would be my creed,
it felt like the words were meant
for me, you always knew my soul
so well.
But then you left,
and I stayed behind,
wanting to destroy you
and save you
simultaneously.
Yet in time
I found I did not love you
enough even to hate you,
in a way I wanted to,
that would give me some
vindication,
but there was only the negative
space left behind,
an e
Food offers nourishment,
and brings destruction,
whispering indulgence
at moments a comfort,
awakening nostalgia
guilty pleasures
creating regret,
shame, sickness,
to be fulfilled
and empty again.