Crack me open.
Tear me apart.
Only your words
Could rip out my heart.
You expect so much,
To forgive and forget,
But you've not given a reason,
Not now, not yet.
You do the wrong
And you give the worry,
Yet along the way,
I'm expected to say sorry.
But that's not how it works,
Or do you not see?
You do the wrong
So you do the apologizing.
I won't be used
And I won't be played.
I've lost myself
As many times
As many times as I've prayed.
And you won't be the difference.
You won't have your way.
I'll stick to my guns
Though it might end in dismay.
So you can state your demands.
You can say that you're right.
But in the end, I decide
do you know that feeling
the one where everything just sort of
stops and you're left
alone in front of the mirror and it's not
the same person you woke up to
but instead they're just this delicate
porcelain statue will shatter with
one touch into more pieces than there are
stars in the sky and the scorpions scuttling
up your throat keep stinging and burning with a
fire that you can't swallow back down into the
storm that's churning at the very bottom of your
stomach and the wolf in your chest is howling
and threatening to gnaw its way through your bones before
it suffocates beneath the desert stretched across
every inch of your skin and your
the funny thing about
humans is that
we think we are
invincible and immortal
gods.
no—
we're all
roadkill,
living in
a tainted world
where cars drive
too damn fast.
and me,
well,
i just try to
get by without
being hit
more than once.
I Found A Time Machine by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
I Found A Time Machine
I found a time machine
of this I must be sure
or something near enough
to allow me
a few more moments of happiness.
I found a time machine
of this I must hope
else my bed has played
a cruel trick on me.
I found a time machine
of this I believe
every time I close my eyes
I see you there beside me
your happy smile radiating
the joy you gave to me .
I found a time machine
this I know is true
and though it only lasts the night
disappearing once reality
decides to yet again curse me,
I want to find a way to keep you
to shelter you from the past
that stole you away
and return you to my future,
to my present,
to my heart.
I found a time machine
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
Both visible
And non
touch each
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she