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It's never easy to say what's on my mind
what I think we should do from here
I can see it more clearly now,
but I've allways been too kind for my own good
I wanted to reunite the shattered pieces
I've tried, but truth is I'm running out of patience
I don't really trust you, no more
I don't REALLY, know you no more
I don't feel welcome where you are.
Don't you know?
Isn't that enough proof
that we should part?
So why can't I just ask you, honestly...
This can't go on.
Should I close this door?
Not now_not everNot now, not ever.
You used to love reading these words
The emotions I put down on the paper
My description, half hidden, half unveiled
My desires, my wishes, my doubts, my confessions
All of it
Even those silly pictures I used to make
Those things that mattered then
It will never be now
Because I never let you in that far
I let you peek inside
But I was too scared to look myself
Will it be us
Since when...did you stop reading?
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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