don't let me go
if I try to leave
hold on, hold on
or I am gonna fall
just by proving you
I could fly on my own
without your wings
saving me from my
heavy stubbornness
another night has taken my heart, ripped it out of my hollow chest, to feed it to the moon and her shining children stars
this easy I've lost my heart, as easy as I did with you. oh baby I've been bagging you to forget our unspoken words. silence hurts differently and I know mine burns the worst
I have become a monster, rough claws, a hateful voice, green eyes, red lips, cold bones. are you ready to fight my demon? because oh baby, I have already lost the war
You promised me
You would always be there
You are a liar
But I am one too
Because I promised you
The same
Falling in love is its own kind of violence
I used to feel so deeply for you but now I am confused about the love that I felt about the love that I lost
I used to feel so strong with my heart dancing in fire it never burned out it never lost its desire
I used to feel so passionate like it was only you and me passionate about us passionate about who we could be
Now I feel nothing of the things that I used to feel I stare into your eyes black holes, just as dead as mine
How could we become these deadly boring people? Weren't we the ones which used to breathe through kisses?
How could we lose all of this and slowly become enemies? we stopped to dance in our light we rather start wars in our shadow
How lovely it would be to go back to the art of passion but we buried it our fallen feeling of desire
There is a fragile beauty in the way you are gone There is an absurd pleasure in the way you left There is a broken soul who used to find peace with you And there is an empty voice which used to sing your name like a song to the stars
It is funny how things change How your name lies strangely on the tip of my tongue How I absorb every single letter to find the hidden secret to why your name was so familiar once like a soulmate to mine but now fades away with your face and the peace it promised
But I can’t stop I can’t stop repeating your name every night like a goodnight story to scare the ghosts inside my chest and your spirit which stayed and still dances under the moonlight I still scream your name in my head until it feels like you again
I would love to allow me to be loved by you But honey, oh honey don’t doubt the loudness in my head words which scream how not enough I am over your words how much you adore me I want to let myself fall right into your arms where you would hold me tight and close but still every little bit of space would be just enough room to develop a black hole which teleport me right into my brain where my thoughts wait like thirsty wolves ready to punish me for letting myself fall for you
Allow yourself to heal Your life is not dedicated to suffering and pain You are allowed to feel delighted You are allowed to love to be loved to be loved by yourself
It is another kind of heartbreak to realize that I still haven’t found the soul I am searching for in the person, I hoped so much would reflect my perception of perfection after spending so much time searching in empty faces and beliving that this one has a heart that would mirror my own Just to see they are just another empty face in the crowd of lost lovers I got lost in as well Only this time I painted their face so it is easier to pretend and hold onto something that isn’t even there It is so tiring to search without finding or find without keeping because even if they leave it wouldn’t be their missing that would hurt but knowing that nothing has changed I am still on my journey through empty faces until finding the other wanderer who searches for a face in so much emptiness as well
respect is not love and not a quality to fall for it’s a simple thing an act of human decency so don’t fool yourself by thinking they are the one only because they are human and know how to act like one
I want to find my comfort in you instead of building a place to call it a home only to see it collabs on the fragile ground which I misunderstood as stable because they told stories about love and its fiction instead of the truth its pleasure on destruction
about thoughts, time, losing and finding, feeling and living, falling and healing and of course bittersweet love♡
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