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I would have stayed all night if you had asked me to. We stayed up talking about
Everything and nothing, hoping it would all just magically collide into something tangible.
It was beautiful, the way your eyes fluttered with your words so delicately.
Pretty soon, I could hear them whisper your secrets while you slept.
They brushed against me, made me quiver slightly. God, you are beautiful.
I would have left in a hurry if you had asked me to. We stayed up fighting about
Everything and nothing, hoping it would all magically go away into something avoidable.
It was sickening, the way you threw your love for me away, your words laced with ice.
Eventually, I would hear it in my sleep, your cruelty haunting my dreams,
You were always on my mind, especially after you left me with nothing. God, I despised you.
I would have killed you if you had asked me to. I stayed up plotting petty schemes about
Everything and nothing, hoping you would just leave my troubled mind.
It was tourturous, the way I would re-live the twisted memory of our love.
After a while, I thought I would hear you say you want me back in your life.
You stopped talking to me, your words never again to grace my ears. God, I hated you.
I would have kissed you if you had asked me to. We stayed up, talking about
Everything and nothing, hoping we could peice together our broken past into something real.
It was love, the way we meshed together prefectly, rekindling our lives with love.
Suddenly, We could see our lives together again, two as one, now and forever.
We suddenly made it right. We figured out our mistakes and had each other. God, I love you.
Everything and nothing, hoping it would all just magically collide into something tangible.
It was beautiful, the way your eyes fluttered with your words so delicately.
Pretty soon, I could hear them whisper your secrets while you slept.
They brushed against me, made me quiver slightly. God, you are beautiful.
I would have left in a hurry if you had asked me to. We stayed up fighting about
Everything and nothing, hoping it would all magically go away into something avoidable.
It was sickening, the way you threw your love for me away, your words laced with ice.
Eventually, I would hear it in my sleep, your cruelty haunting my dreams,
You were always on my mind, especially after you left me with nothing. God, I despised you.
I would have killed you if you had asked me to. I stayed up plotting petty schemes about
Everything and nothing, hoping you would just leave my troubled mind.
It was tourturous, the way I would re-live the twisted memory of our love.
After a while, I thought I would hear you say you want me back in your life.
You stopped talking to me, your words never again to grace my ears. God, I hated you.
I would have kissed you if you had asked me to. We stayed up, talking about
Everything and nothing, hoping we could peice together our broken past into something real.
It was love, the way we meshed together prefectly, rekindling our lives with love.
Suddenly, We could see our lives together again, two as one, now and forever.
We suddenly made it right. We figured out our mistakes and had each other. God, I love you.
Literature
Hurt Me Like I Do
Nobody hurts me like I do
No-one can break me down
Nobody knows the truth
Now to be lost; unfound
Throw this life away
Nobody cares
So why do you;
Forget about me today
A path I've chosen
To live my life by
In time i've frozen
The things that make me die
Who am I to follow
In the footsteps of
The knives that hurt me
Like a blood-stain serenade
Verbal parallels
To this mass-murder image
The mental holocaust
That I put myself through
Everytime I hurt you
These things come back to me
This isn't something that I do
It's something of which I want to break free
Nobody hurts me like I do...
Literature
like the ocean,
i have had one taste
of your salty-sweet skin,
lapped gently at the soft solidness of your body,
loved the finite and fragile confinement
for the liquid soul swimming in your eyes.
now i will search for you
on every lonely shore;
i will fill each empty footprint
looking for your unique shape;
i will chase down unknown walkers
hoping to hold you again.
i will watch for you forever,
Lover i could not follow.
Literature
lament
i.
the simple sound of his name
is a grievance
but you, on the other hand,
are a writer –
a glorious indulgence,
notorious
for not giving a damn
that he doesn't
pay attention to
the curve of your hips,
or the way your furniture
is placed,
or the pictures on the wall
(and if he did
he would notice
that not one of them
is of him)
but
the little things
aren't important –
not anymore.
he tells you, "it is impossible to please
everyone so please yourself first"
and you tell him,
"you should try taking your own advice"
but he never
fucking
does.
ii.
he doesn't believe in god
because he knows,
he just knows
that he
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