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where is my love - syml.
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    you whispered my name so delicately and
    as you did so i swear i saw the stars stumble and
    fall from the sky to illuminate your
    b r e a k i n g
    h e a r t,

exhibiting your perfectly imperfect flaws,
    flaunting how crushed your bones were
    beneath the weight you carried upon your aching
    shoulders;
i could finally see that my paper love had left your quivering heart with paper cuts.

    a single tear of mine sunk and
    absorbed itself into your bleeding palms,
    relishing and marvelling at how the stars lay
    blanketed so carefully against it,
    healing your bruised skin.

you told me you didn't mean to do any harm,
    and i cowered away as you wiped another
    galaxy tear from my paling cheeks,

remember when i watched as you sucked the galaxies out of that good for nothing cigarette of yours and blew them out right into my eyes;

you'd always say you could still see remnants of the galaxies in them.

( e m o t i o n s ),

    we cried,
    oh, we cried,
    we cried until our lungs ached,
    until we felt the ground shake,
    we cried until the lions roared in protest,
    until the galaxies expanded to encase the room,
    until the butterflies decorated
    themselves around you;
    landing themselves ever so delicately on your
    star stamped skin.
    you always were fragile, weren't you?

( h i s . p o v ),

s h e;
she who held my whole worthless life in
her gold dipped hands,
was leaving me.
my rotting heart seized at the thought and
i heaved slightly,
melancholy waves rattled my bones
and for the first time,
i felt completely empty.

( r e f l e c t i o n ),

    am i absolutely selfish?
yes
    absolutely insane?
possibly
    did i hurt her?
more ways than one could ever imagine
    will i ever learn?
no

( c o u n t i n g & t h i n k i n g ),

    she counted,
she was always counting,
    and thinking,
she was always thinking.
    i had the power to make it stop she had said;
i could seize the counting,
    the thinking,
i could make it all stop,
    and i did.
well, for a short while at least,
    but then it got unbearable;
    the counting,
    the thinking,
    it destroyed her.
    h e l l,
    it destroyed me.

( s e v e n ),

    she took seven steps back;
    never more,
    never less,
    always seven.

    she blinked;
    always seven.

    'you        c r u s h e d       me.'

    c r u s h e d;
    the seven letters that would haunt me forever.

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