Has there ever been a story written quite like ours?
The villian in one anothers story.
Broken hearts as revenge.
Using love as a cruel weapon.
The double sided sword being driven deep into
one anothers soul.
The only way to stop the pain is to both pull away.
And yet we kept driving each other deeper in.
Just for a moment of relief when our eyes locked
and the rest of the world could fade away.
Holding each other close just so our leverage
of the blade would be on our side.
Because the first cut from you was a mere papercut
in comparion to the damage you would later inflict.
Union, we meet again in what feels like an alternate reality.
Have we changed?
Then you pull out your trusty weapon of love
knowing I would fall willingly.
Did I miss the feeling of fighting for
a soul that could never be mine?
Both so full of distrust
that we avenge the roots of wicked childhood
oppressors on each other.
Hoping, yearning that serenity would be found
in our tangled hearts.
Only to find that we both were readily
equipped with a deadly force taught by those same oppressors.
Conditional Love.
I love you if..
I love you when...
I only love you if you turn out to be the image I have drawn in my mind.
We were caught in this deadly cycle of
emotional abuse.
Who would hurt who this time?
Can I paint a picture of you as the bad guy again?
Or will I finally take the thrown and hurt you in
every way you feared from the beggining
of our tragic love story.
With this newfound power over your damaged
heart I pulled the knife from me and sunk
it so far into your wretched heart that the damage would be
unrepairable.
Knowing that this would be the end of our story.
How many times have we run circles around
each other in all the lifetimes we have lived?
We are just a role to play.
The universe ever pulling the strings.
I never liked Romeo and Juliet,
and so I made our story the opposite.
Two lovers fighting to kill the other first.
I will forever be written in the stars as your
love villian.
And you in turn will be mine.
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Broken Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
