i crave to be somebody's tragic mess
so badly that my insides self-tear
to tattered curtains;
want them to
see me and love me
for the brokenness that
i am,
the naive, splintered heart that levitates my
body
whispers,
i am i am i am i
(my) our youth was a white war
my mind is coated with our drying silver blood.
we emerge as adults;
the ones who have lost the battle
will be seen as black shadows,
and their scars have been dug deep with
scorching onyx nails,
but the victorious can proudly
wield their remaining illumined war-marks,
shining even then.
i will never have a moment of peace,
not when poetry lurks behind my eyelids,
whispers horror stories to me before unconsciousness and
seeps in through the minuscule
cracks of my skull to
spread herself like a virus,
(loving me,) infecting my brain;
i know it now.
i crave to be somebody's tragic mess
so badly that my insides self-tear
to tattered curtains;
want them to
see me and love me
for the brokenness that
i am,
the naive, splintered heart that levitates my
body
whispers,
i am i am i am i
(my) our youth was a white war
my mind is coated with our drying silver blood.
we emerge as adults;
the ones who have lost the battle
will be seen as black shadows,
and their scars have been dug deep with
scorching onyx nails,
but the victorious can proudly
wield their remaining illumined war-marks,
shining even then.
just a girl who writes love letters to no one in particular. this is my side account! i am much more active on my main (which will remain unnamed for now)
i love you i miss you i don't know if you come on here anymore but your writing is a godsend, you're honestly a gift to this planet and i love you so fucking much ok
heres some anticipated appreciation from a dead man from the past for the future if its not too presumptious that i assume youll b back here one day putting up more lovely poetry for people like me to ease their suffering with