Doesn’t it seem like just a word when you say it? Opportunity. The word itself seemed lightweight, rolling down your tongue so easily. Yet the word is packed with a million possibilities locked away from us by a wall. A tall metal impenetrable wall most people call fear.
it's all static noise now, ever since you left. i stare at the empty space beside me, and my agony couldn't be kept. i screamed and i screamed, and i clawed at my throat, but the noise of your absence couldn't be drowned out. it went on and on; a single, devastating note. - s.c.m.
you were the only star in my sky, yet i don't even shine for you my planets are my heart, my soul and my mind— they revolve around you my comets and my asteroids are my words i throw into oblivion— they're all waiting for you we all gravitate around you, a solar system made… Continue reading supernova
she is vicious; always on her toes, she attacks anyone who comes too close she is rabid, she is wild, she's full of wonder like a child she is untamed; she has no rules to follow she doesn't bend around a norm, for the norm is afraid to be swallowed by her ecletic views and… Continue reading she-wolf
you don't get it; i said i won't leave and there's nothing you can do that would make me go you think after one breakdown, that after i see your broken form— your real self, naked and bare— i would leave. you think when i witness your demons wreaking havoc and your struggle for control,… Continue reading you don’t get it
fall on your knees and tell me you're sorry, sounds like an order but it's more like a plea regret what you did and tell me you'll change, promise me your heart and all the blood in your veins erase her name, her kisses, and her touch from your memory, and i would try to… Continue reading fall
sometimes she's the past; a lingering aftertaste of the wine you had yesterday, a flashback of emotions you felt when you drowned as a kid, a familiar smell you never could describe. sometimes she's the present, full of spontaneity, shallow breaths and quick heartbeats, she bursts with life and carries around a vibrant aura, she… Continue reading past/present
we are a disaster when our lips touch, an earth-shaking explosion that comes in a rush our eyes serve as the trigger and our bodies are the bombs, we detonate through each other's words— sweet nothings slipping from our tongues our hands are literal hand grenades, making sensations explode in each other's skin upon contact… Continue reading a disaster