Love this
corazon.
…um
THANKS
“I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile…”
Carving my image out of your eyes
Your lips sang every moments lie
Wishing we never met
Never saw you as my flying jet
You were impatient
Flying
the taste slowly went
Because of what you had said
made me feel like I was the only one
Your number one,
The one who made you become
Turning this into an artificial love
I was many of few…
The sun you turned into a shapeless moon
Stitching each of your words into my heart
Able to fix and recreate the ripped out parts
The piercing feel of the needle forcing it’s way into my eyes
The way you wiggled the push pin into my sky
I can’t see anymore so thank you…
Warming my lips with warm honey
The taste became sour
You had the power
to melt my brain
The torch you left
to hide your way
Made me feel all the flames
You wanted but you left me to blame
And so I cried underneath my skin
So many tears the filled this bin
Yelled so loud it came out a sigh
I tried so hard to say goodbye
Seeing you, creating a vast image of my heart bursting into a flames
Setting every standing tree into a forest fire but I was the one that had survived
But I thank you… for this insane wild ride
Love Mirror
We cannot speak about love, we only feel it. Though we all tend to speak about the effects, we cannot make one understand what love is.
Remember, time doesn’t measure affection.
This Is very true. We all talk about how we expect so much to come out of a person and we how we want to reach the goal of true love but in reality that’s impossible, being in love is a feeling it’s not an action. You take actions before to be in love as in those actions give you a result of a natural feeling.
And when I say “I love you” it doesn’t fully explain the natural feeling that I have grown with the actions that I and the other person has portrayed. Because these are just words to describe an overall part of life.
And Why should we talk about “love” when in actuality it’s extremely different for each and every one of us. In every little inch of an investment put into a relationship is for a realization, a realization of what you feel. Not what is seen as acceptable or “real.”
We are all stuck on a bridge. & we can either jump off of it and feel the water flowing down with our bare fingertips and splash our skin with our hands or we can gaze at the stream and make an assumption of what it feels like on our skin.
“Honestly. I cannot blame myself or anyone else for who I become attached to. Treat me "wrong” or “right.” At one point we made us believe it was love at first sight. And that is impossible to prove, because we try harder to not try at all.“
We all have the outer feeling that only originated from the inner feeling. It’s a mental cycle of actually wanting to show/see it. It’s a reflection of what you really are, but you’re timid to get lost in the picture and appreciate the color duration of every angle being presented.
I don’t say this to gain any sort fame or appreciation, I say this to take people under my eyes for a bit.
EXPERIMENTATION LEADS
Cycling a single thought
Continues to rotate
Never really understanding
what happened
that night
During our first big fight
I remember,
Looking at myself from up above
…Wonder if this is actual love…
YOU,
Exhaled
an entire scene…
Crying behind the phone as you calmly spoke
Soft toned little man
You stuttered
Not making sense of what you silently uttered
A guilty conscious spoke
Created a loss for future hope
Diminishing the trust
From the burst and bust for what was once a youthful lust
Now I see what you’ve become
Another factor to my reason
YOU changed from season to season
And I kept letting you in
With another one on your wrongful sins
YOU shattered another part of me
That I never should’ve believed
For the way you looked at ME,
Easily fooled me, and used me
The way your words easily wrapped my soul, held it tight and didn’t let go
Blamed me for all of your confusion
It was all just another one of your deadly illusions
Blazing flames
My sick twisted soul
Feeling desolate yet fully able to mold
Even though my heart burns
Every time I think about you
A past image keeps me
But to make you understand my pain
I will take your name in vain
I cannot tell you
How many times I’ve convinced myself to say goodbye
Too many times I’ve turned back
Gazing at you
With a yearning sensation running through each part and inch of my body
Hoping you would run back, to follow your delicate moon
The one who lit up you’re eyes as though they were brand new
A little too late
Because now, I’m full of dark cold hate
This is to you…
For letting me suffocate in the filthy waste you released
Thinking you were finally at peace
The disgusting guilt I became involved with
It was all a myth
Trying so hard with all my might
A constant identity fight between you vs I
The same struggle mind to mind
Only because I was blind…
Sickly Devotion
It is not a time to lie to myself.
And I say with the mere confidence that I have gained.
Writing poems, I won’t lie, yes they are about you,
but I don’t care if you feel used.
Because the shoe fits, as I became I was bruised.
I will no longer sugar coat the reality.
So many words to say.
So many emotions to take place.
But the mind of a clouded soul, won’t understand
Nor take a second glance
As for me sitting here with a clean sheet of paper
waiting for thoughts and emotions to fill it up.
But that’s not the point I’m trying to get too.
Making me feel like sh#! once I became bound to you.
In my eyes, things felt new.
Gave you my lips, hoping you wouldn’t desire a new
my heart was safe everyday as the blood flowed too.
Again, these words mean nothing.
The actions solely do.
I won’t wonder anymore
Because I was once devoted to you.
Pressure
You expected way more than you could ever handle.
That was the problem.
It killed you. It killed us.
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