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She's waiting for you to let her breathe again.
Her life became intermingled with yours by complete accident, but she'd leave it that way of ot meant never leaving this oasis you'd both created.
Melting-ice glances and woven heartstrings were always promised to her, and so far you'd taken more, much much more, than that; her lungs were useless when you were around, for the alveoli only held CO2, her synapses had long since lost the ability to transfer from nerve to nerve, and her brain now had growing dark spots.
Leaving this home, this paradise, always brought more scars than entering; more than she could bring on her own accord. You brought pain in the sweetest form of the feeling and she bathed in the blood, sweat, and tears the followed it.
It was like she was a recovering addict, seeing her addiction in private; sneaking a bump here and there, taking a drag when she could. No one would ever suspect her, no one would ever turn her in. How was she to know, it would be her own addiction that would turn their back against her? How was she to know that everything you told her wouldn't mean anything in three months?
She just wants to breathe.
Her life became intermingled with yours by complete accident, but she'd leave it that way of ot meant never leaving this oasis you'd both created.
Melting-ice glances and woven heartstrings were always promised to her, and so far you'd taken more, much much more, than that; her lungs were useless when you were around, for the alveoli only held CO2, her synapses had long since lost the ability to transfer from nerve to nerve, and her brain now had growing dark spots.
Leaving this home, this paradise, always brought more scars than entering; more than she could bring on her own accord. You brought pain in the sweetest form of the feeling and she bathed in the blood, sweat, and tears the followed it.
It was like she was a recovering addict, seeing her addiction in private; sneaking a bump here and there, taking a drag when she could. No one would ever suspect her, no one would ever turn her in. How was she to know, it would be her own addiction that would turn their back against her? How was she to know that everything you told her wouldn't mean anything in three months?
She just wants to breathe.
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Literature
you'll never go away
I feel betrayed.
I feel put down.
And I feel burnt out.
I harbor many doubts.
About you, and about myself
Only here would I dare let them out.
I hate you !
Or at least... I want to.
After you abandoned me for a seeded life,
When I was still only a sprout.
...But that is not why I am angry.
I loved you.
Every screaming inch
Every bellowing note you sprang
I stood by in your favor
And then
I didnt
I hate you!
Or at least I should
When you beckoned me t
Literature
Static and stars
Sweet someone
You're hanging stars up in the static
You let maybes
into your dreams
But these years of ours
are crowding out your favorite promises
Dear loved one
You open up
the sky
to let the storms drift in
You say
the thunder and the silence
sound like God
Listen,
my loveliest
somebody
Your heartbeat thunders
like God's whispers
speaking your maybes
into my dreams and your electric silence
shimmers over us
promising
Closer,
someday,
closer
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