you helpless little broken-winged bird,
you scribble so furiously with your unbroken claws about your "freedom",
with profanity and cursing and meaningless insults every other syllable.
don't you know that you've encaged yourself in hate?
inhale.hearts don't work without heads,inhale. by RoseScarlet
so i smashed my own car radio
just so i could sit in silence.
seai am not a brave moon girlsea by RoseScarlet
who dares to show her all to you in the dead of
night, to lure your crashing heartbeat towards her
with the gravitational pull of her glimmering
your winds whisper a gentle invitation,
and although i am tempted to run into your
sweeping tsunami embrace,
i step out cautiously onto your shore,
dipping my toes into the darkness to find you.
just when you think you've finally reached me
i flee from your current.
you wait to sweep me off my bare feet,
knowing that you're a tide i can only drown in.
i am not a brave moon girl,
so what can I do but push you away?
and here i am again,the drums in my music are drowning out the vocals.and here i am again, by RoseScarlet
the dial is turned to full blast because i need to drown you out
but though i am deafened
i still feel the same familiar ringing pain
because i know you're screaming inside of me to get out,
you're tearing through my head to tell it to
yank my heart away from me.
the gashes you left me
that i thought that had finally closed for good
are wide open once again,
raw wounds leaving behind pools of crimson to stain
your bleached white bones that i know
are only figments of my imagination, (just like us)
but bones that i somehow i still can't avoid.
and here i am again,
ripping out pieces of myself,
because i'm drowning in memories of you,
suffocating because i see you everywhere
when you're nowhere to be found.
Hey. I'm a teenage girl who digs sunsets, starbucks frappuccinos, and free verse.
I'm nice (I think >_<) and love helping people and offering advice, so if you ever want to talk to me about problems or life or just plain whatever, feel free
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
and wrote my will across the sky in stars.
—T. E. Lawrence