how beautiful it is;
to play with fire & burn a thousand times
how selfish it is;
to keep coming back just to make sure you don't heal the wounds of ever wanted peace
how addictive it is;
to sip out of the sour cup of sweet tranny of entangled memories
how pure it is;
to walk faintly into the memories escaped from the night before, yet mistakenly inviting them into the deep shallow eyes of those who smile away from the darkness and into the light
how helpless it is;
to be held back from the erasing of those memories that once arose a smile across your beautiful face that melted hearts and narrowed eyes
how daring it is;
to have you move past it and never dare recall it soaringly but still for the sake of your crying heart you drive into the labyrinth over and over again
how courageous it is;
to seek happiness on the greater half of this magical fake world where smiles lie and sadness cries
how destructive it is;
to lie to your soft beating soul, what kept us happy is engraved,in our weak yet lyingly strong heart, will forever be a part of our conscious haunting us for letting it go and letting it destruct our happily ever after
cause darling loving them was the most exquisite form of self destruction
-s.d [02.26.17]
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