one:
And I'm aware
that it simply isn't healthy to give away
pieces of yourself like this,
and expect nothing in return.
You say your kindness is simply greed,
and it gnaws away at you, I know
We've been eating raw smiles out of your offering hand
leaving you grasping at empty air and dreams and hopes,
because we heaped you in praises and left,
leaving you stranded in the things you swore you'd never want.
And you turn into a being of instinct,
not intellect, no rational thought.
It's your nature to crave things like this,
perhaps all your life you've been met with
harsh and biting words,
cool, cutting indifference, even though you suffered
(and no one noticed?)
or perhaps you buried something somewhere deep,
suppressed it until it bursted forward,
and still, people looked away,
and now you're hopeful eyes and distant thought.
two:
The cold-
it settles into your bones,
until you get used to shivering and scraping against the floor,
hunched-over and frozen blue lips,
all grasping limbs and trembling fingers.
The heat is different.
It blisters; You choke and drown as
you sink into it's humid clutches.
You cannot breathe-It chokes and clogs,
up your throat and the words out like
something unwanted, unloved.
A/N
I could go into great detail about what I was doing while desperately trying to pretend wattpad didn't exist, but all you need to know is that is involves alot of fanfiction and anime. (Violent fanfiction-I can't even number the how many broken limbs I've read the past two days! It's all very lovely and witty and dialogue-heavy and incredibly hilarious and I could go on and on but I won't.)
