Every rogue eyelash,
Every shooting star,
Every bundle of birthday candles,
Every fluffy white dandelion.
Every 11:11,
Every genie lamp times three,
I wish for the same thing.
I can’t tell or it won’t come true.
But I’ll continue to wish until it does.
I’ll know when it does
By the sense of fulfillment in my heart.
As people grow older,
They forgo on the wishes.
Such moments simply become
A painful nuisance in the eye,
A meteor falling to its demise,
An obligatory annual ritual,
Weeds,
Upcoming appointments,
Fairy tales.
When wishes die,
So does hope.
When hope dies,
So does the heart.
I’m not addicted to drugs,
I’m addicted to feeling normal.
I’m not addicted to Paxil,
I’m addicted to not being sad.
I’m not addicted to Valium,
I’m addicted to not having to worry.
I’m not addicted to Adderal,
I’m addicted to concentration.
I’m not addicted:
I have a prescription.
By the Light of the New Moon by thunder0822, literature
Literature
By the Light of the New Moon
I’ll go to the store of the lost and forgotten
And buy a razor blade bracelet.
It’ll sparkle and jangle as I walk in the sun,
But at night it will pull taught against my skin.
I’ll sit by the red river
And watch it ebb and flow
In the light of the new moon.
I want alcohol so very badly.
I want to drink myself into a stupor,
Where I don’t remember my name,
Let alone his.
I want to be emotionless,
Or able to express them
Without a razor
Or a pen.
I’ll speak nonsense,
But the truth.
Maybe then the hollowness in my chest will lessen,
Or at least fill with vodka.
Either way,
It will be nice to be rid of it for a while.
You allow me to exist as my own
Person. And you continue to live by
The same practice. But I don't choose alone
My ways to live, to be, to feel. I spy
With my little eye, a double standard,
On my part, nonetheless. The blame is laid
Upon your shoulders, but you move forward,
Effortlessly on, without being weighed
Down. Not to my eyes, which can see you when
No other can. That explains why my love
Remains deep, anchored down, where it has been.
Though we both agree that it's not enough.
Crazy. I am. To me. For you. To you?
Never. Imperfect, flawed, yes. But I'm loved.
I believe it, return it, yet assume
That you care not. When y
I don't know
What's wrong with me.
I'm starting to feel
My sanity
Leaving drip by drip
With every beat
Of my heart,
Collecting in a pool at my feet.
I clench my fists
Tighter at my side
And make it an effot
To try to hide
The fact that I lose myself faster
When I'm not with you,
But you open a channel
With everything that you do.
With every breath you draw
And every decision you make,
Please consider more carefully,
For my sanity's sake.
It's not your fault,
And I don't blame you, except when I do,
But please understand
That I need to clutch onto you.
You said it yourself: I'm drowning
(In my unshed tears).
And you'r
Promises Can Easily Be Broken by thunder0822, literature
Literature
Promises Can Easily Be Broken
My sanity leaves me on a daily basis.
My crutch steps aside and I fall on my face. It's
Alright; I don't mind, cause I'm fine on my knees.
The bruises are okay, as long as I don't bleed.
How am I? I wish to tell you I've been crying all night,
But I smile and just say that I'm doing alright.
I'm upset, I don't know why, and it bothers me immensely.
I told you one too many times and you spoke to intensely.
A punch in the stomach, crying tears of joy.
You need to be gentle with this pre-damaged toy.
Your promises are saturated with good intentions,
And I only ignore them for heart-crushing prevention.
It's true,
Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.
It twists your features,
Into scowls and frowns,
And slowly lets you drown.
It scourges your heart,
Into an ugly, bleeding,
Still beating,
Lump of unrequitted love.
It ties you up,
And tortures you,
As you watch someone else,
Get the only thing you'll ever want.
One lash:
A shared smile.
Give me all you've got.
Two lashes:
A private exchange.
I can take it.
Three lashed:
Flirty banter.
Staying strong.
Four lashes:
He did that with me.
Weakening.
Five lashes:
That was my smile.
Barely holding on.
Six lashes:
Don't touch him!
On my knees.
Seven lashes:
Get away from hi
I'm dressed my best.
I'm dressed to impress,
But you don't even know.
There's a reason my make-up's on,
My boots pulled high,
And I allow my legs to show.
I said I just wanted you to regret it,
But they don't get it.
That's no the case anymore.
I wanted what made us part,
To try to put me back in your heart.
I tried to win you back with my allure.
I know it is pointless,
To attempt to rejoin us,
With what tore us to begin with.
But each night as I cry,
With your image in my mind,
You're still the only one I wanna grin with.
You're the reason I drown in my bed each night,
And the reason the sun's always too bright.
But you'
I'm standing in a room,
Doing what I need to do.
I glance over my shoulder,
And I see you.
Is it hot in here?
Why is it getting harder to breathe?
I grab my books.
I need to leave.
We never really had the chance to speak,
Until we went away together this week.
Our friendship was renewed.
I was elated.
For laughs and jokes,
The awkward silences were traded.
I found out yesterday,
That you like her,
Still.
My friend,
My best friend,
She said no,
Again.
I shouldn't care.
I said goodbye.
I broke your heart.
And we both cried.
Every rogue eyelash,
Every shooting star,
Every bundle of birthday candles,
Every fluffy white dandelion.
Every 11:11,
Every genie lamp times three,
I wish for the same thing.
I can’t tell or it won’t come true.
But I’ll continue to wish until it does.
I’ll know when it does
By the sense of fulfillment in my heart.
As people grow older,
They forgo on the wishes.
Such moments simply become
A painful nuisance in the eye,
A meteor falling to its demise,
An obligatory annual ritual,
Weeds,
Upcoming appointments,
Fairy tales.
When wishes die,
So does hope.
When hope dies,
So does the heart.
I’m not addicted to drugs,
I’m addicted to feeling normal.
I’m not addicted to Paxil,
I’m addicted to not being sad.
I’m not addicted to Valium,
I’m addicted to not having to worry.
I’m not addicted to Adderal,
I’m addicted to concentration.
I’m not addicted:
I have a prescription.
By the Light of the New Moon by thunder0822, literature
Literature
By the Light of the New Moon
I’ll go to the store of the lost and forgotten
And buy a razor blade bracelet.
It’ll sparkle and jangle as I walk in the sun,
But at night it will pull taught against my skin.
I’ll sit by the red river
And watch it ebb and flow
In the light of the new moon.
I want alcohol so very badly.
I want to drink myself into a stupor,
Where I don’t remember my name,
Let alone his.
I want to be emotionless,
Or able to express them
Without a razor
Or a pen.
I’ll speak nonsense,
But the truth.
Maybe then the hollowness in my chest will lessen,
Or at least fill with vodka.
Either way,
It will be nice to be rid of it for a while.
You allow me to exist as my own
Person. And you continue to live by
The same practice. But I don't choose alone
My ways to live, to be, to feel. I spy
With my little eye, a double standard,
On my part, nonetheless. The blame is laid
Upon your shoulders, but you move forward,
Effortlessly on, without being weighed
Down. Not to my eyes, which can see you when
No other can. That explains why my love
Remains deep, anchored down, where it has been.
Though we both agree that it's not enough.
Crazy. I am. To me. For you. To you?
Never. Imperfect, flawed, yes. But I'm loved.
I believe it, return it, yet assume
That you care not. When y
I don't know
What's wrong with me.
I'm starting to feel
My sanity
Leaving drip by drip
With every beat
Of my heart,
Collecting in a pool at my feet.
I clench my fists
Tighter at my side
And make it an effot
To try to hide
The fact that I lose myself faster
When I'm not with you,
But you open a channel
With everything that you do.
With every breath you draw
And every decision you make,
Please consider more carefully,
For my sanity's sake.
It's not your fault,
And I don't blame you, except when I do,
But please understand
That I need to clutch onto you.
You said it yourself: I'm drowning
(In my unshed tears).
And you'r
Promises Can Easily Be Broken by thunder0822, literature
Literature
Promises Can Easily Be Broken
My sanity leaves me on a daily basis.
My crutch steps aside and I fall on my face. It's
Alright; I don't mind, cause I'm fine on my knees.
The bruises are okay, as long as I don't bleed.
How am I? I wish to tell you I've been crying all night,
But I smile and just say that I'm doing alright.
I'm upset, I don't know why, and it bothers me immensely.
I told you one too many times and you spoke to intensely.
A punch in the stomach, crying tears of joy.
You need to be gentle with this pre-damaged toy.
Your promises are saturated with good intentions,
And I only ignore them for heart-crushing prevention.
It's true,
Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.
It twists your features,
Into scowls and frowns,
And slowly lets you drown.
It scourges your heart,
Into an ugly, bleeding,
Still beating,
Lump of unrequitted love.
It ties you up,
And tortures you,
As you watch someone else,
Get the only thing you'll ever want.
One lash:
A shared smile.
Give me all you've got.
Two lashes:
A private exchange.
I can take it.
Three lashed:
Flirty banter.
Staying strong.
Four lashes:
He did that with me.
Weakening.
Five lashes:
That was my smile.
Barely holding on.
Six lashes:
Don't touch him!
On my knees.
Seven lashes:
Get away from hi
I'm dressed my best.
I'm dressed to impress,
But you don't even know.
There's a reason my make-up's on,
My boots pulled high,
And I allow my legs to show.
I said I just wanted you to regret it,
But they don't get it.
That's no the case anymore.
I wanted what made us part,
To try to put me back in your heart.
I tried to win you back with my allure.
I know it is pointless,
To attempt to rejoin us,
With what tore us to begin with.
But each night as I cry,
With your image in my mind,
You're still the only one I wanna grin with.
You're the reason I drown in my bed each night,
And the reason the sun's always too bright.
But you'
I'm standing in a room,
Doing what I need to do.
I glance over my shoulder,
And I see you.
Is it hot in here?
Why is it getting harder to breathe?
I grab my books.
I need to leave.
We never really had the chance to speak,
Until we went away together this week.
Our friendship was renewed.
I was elated.
For laughs and jokes,
The awkward silences were traded.
I found out yesterday,
That you like her,
Still.
My friend,
My best friend,
She said no,
Again.
I shouldn't care.
I said goodbye.
I broke your heart.
And we both cried.
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