We were made to forget pain ..
Just enough to let us live through it without quitting on life entirely.
Oblivion
Is it really a gift?
If it keeps me from making a beeline to the emergency exit, i wouldn't call it a gift. I guess it's a distraction at most..almost like a lie..
Like something that slowly coaxes me into believing..
It's okay (but it's not)
It's fine(but it's not)
I can do this(can i?)-
Truth was, in between disasters
She took a breath
Though nothing seemed to get better
She dared to believe
Pain ....seems like it something
Time can erase after all!
She closed her eyes
And then forgot how much it hurt.
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I wish I was a butterfly
Not because I'd particularly enjoy
flying or
the beautiful gardens or
drinking nectar out of wild flowers..
Just cos maybe then
I'D DIE A LITTLE SOONER.-
You
You are the tiny possibility
That convinces me
I might be capable of love..-
Oversized sweaters than engulf me whole
Leaving me with sweater paws
Keeping my body immune from the chills
Keeping JUST my body immune from the cold..-
Loving is exhausting to me like hating. I end up giving way too much time and energy towards this person, than is healthy for me.
And I'm exhausted ...
of love
and hate
and anything I could give.
I'M JUST EMPTY
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His words spoke of my deepest fears..
And he didn't even know of my existence.
In some ways it felt like he knew me..
But that possibility was outrageously unlikely..
Who is he?
Why did he non chalantly write
about life..so raw and blunt and honestly, to the point the frankness was scary.
Was he not scared?
To talk about things that would undoubtedly invite angry unwarranted criticism..
It would spark bitter conversation around him..
What if he can't escape?
or make it stop?
Was he really not scared?
Who is he?
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He reminded me of winter.
Not in the way you would think.
This seemingly cold blunt person ,
reminded me of winter,
the way winter reminds you
of how one craved for warmth.
Like it reminds you of warm cups of tea
the toasty feeling of fireplaces..
and the deepest comfy corners of blankets
He reminded me of fire..
LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE WAS COLD
AND HE WAS FIRE.-
Love me like you loved butterflies and pretty flowers and sunsets..
Love me like you loved all those unimportant things that had no purpose..
Love me for no reason
JUST LOVE ME TO LOVE ME
NO REASONS
NO CONDITIONS APPLY-