broken bones

» love

it's painful, really, seeing you destroy yourself like this, seeing you fall like acid-raindrops to the feet of someone who wants nothing more than your flesh from you, and i know you feel it too / i hear the guilt in your voice when you tell me about the pathetic night you spent curled in his bed, first arched on your back and then into the fetal position as his snores sliced through the dead air / but you're a weak thing and like a broken doll, you tend to clatter around on your plastic limbs and wear a painted on smile that tries so very hard to be pretty but is rather ugly in retrospect, and you like to dig around in people's minds and slash boundaries with a knife until you've uncovered their darkest secrets to wear around your neck like a prize / you used to be a queen, a mediocre aphrodite gliding the earth like your passions were your power, your tragic beauty enough to gut a man and cause a woman to clench her thighs, you would hold your head in a thicket of clouds and i would watch you, dazzled in the wake of your light / now you're a crumbling empire, plucked from your throne in the heavens and pitched at the heels of a lowly mortal man with tragic beauty far more tragic than beautiful and a silver tongue clever enough to coax gold out of coal, and you are his grounded creature

you have ruined yourself

a/n: trying something new, comment and let me know what you think