❝seasons of ruin had flooded through my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden glow which pierced right through my disintegrating bones and fermenting flesh. i wondered how could you be so radiant and beautiful, when all that was left of me was a graveyard of destruction. for you, love had always been beautiful and sempiternal, with its seraphic halo flushing through your dazzling sunkissed skin like the tepid waters of eutrophic pools. but for me, for us—love was earned by dancing barefoot on blades, by learning to tear ourselves apart so that we were anyone but ourselves. he wanted to change the crimson in his blood to gold in your veins, because he believed at least then he could have been loved. people like me forget that we can never be loved even if we rip ourselves apart to be like you.❞how could you even dare to smile and laugh, when my world ended two years ago?
AUTHOR'S NOTE
1. welcome to another random poetry/prose book of mine in which i desperately try to make some sense out of the shit i write. this book is like primarily a story told in prose form with the use of poetry.
2. please note no part of my work is reproducible or transmittable in any form or means. in simple words, don't plagiarize my work or else i'll lock you in a mark zuckerberg themed room.
3. this book would consist of 4 mini books- each book covering a certain season. the characters aesthetics are just what is my opinion of how i imagine the characters, you all are free to imagine them as whomsoever you like.
4. also this book is another tragedy, because what am i even without my tragedies *bows* i hope you all enjoy reading this book as much as i loved writing it
5. this book will deal with triggering topics such as mention of suicide and self harm, blood, gore and of course a toxic relationship.reader discretion is advised. also this book is based on the enemies to lovers trope because why not.
6. this book is inspired by the summer arc of seasons of blossom (a webtoon) so be ready to cry.
date started :: 18/12/2021
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seasons of our ruin
Poetryseasons of ruin had flooded my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden...