Your heart, absent
My heart, shatteredIf you do not wish to speak
I will not shove honey down your throatI know when the distance between us has become too far
And the red string must be cut apartI will not let you weave a noose and shatter my plans
Nor drag the other half of my soul to the bitter ends of the earth.I am my own self,
I have my dignity to upholdI will not lower myself to my knees
Just for you to strike my headEven as I lose the one part of me I thought I knew
I know now that I knew nothing at allBut yet, to think what could have been
It tears my heart apart.
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Threads of Reality [ poetry | prose ]
PoetryThreads of thought, interwoven to visualise a less than picturesque reality. Or alternatively, some really deep thoughts from my moments of peak societal angst. Formerly titled "The Anti-Fanfic" Highlights: great IG captions, plus a way to get rid...