Stepping slowly and quietly into the room, nothing else mattered but the destination. Words and phrases etched into my chest, most of witch consisting of love and affection.
Carved in my chest, this empty love and affection doesn't exist. Show me.
Teach me.
Stepping into the room, I take my time walking to the end, to the window.
The journey is everything, I am nothing.
I am nothing but empty compassion and you will be my vessel.
Stepping towards the window, and I will be your favorite scar.
Smooth and perfect, it's on my chest.
Your name is carved in my chest.
Towards the window, closer and closer.
Carved next to love and affection, your name spells it all out.
And closer, the room is so musty, so damp.
My thoughts are so musty, so damp that the ink runs. I'll write with the ink from my chest and the words on my mind are written where you'll never see them.
So damp, I open the window.
Opening up and shutting the world out. I will shut everythign out with impromptus and razor blades. I will shut myself in. Inward thinking has never been this selfless.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SELFISH.
I open the window, and let the anger and tension of the room out.
I open up and pour my heart out.
Puking my heart out all over you. My emotions spewing from my mouth, my gut is the epitome of longing. I long, and I dream.
The window lets everything out, there has never been a sweeter moment.
My heart, puked all over your face this room this nightmare.
IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY. WE CAN'T HELP IT.
I can't help what I feel, you can't help what you interpret.
Walking in and opening out. Closing up and freeing myself from comfort.
The bruises and scars release me from comfort.
Releasing eachother from commitment, and fear of loss.
THROW IT IN THE GARBAGE BECAUSE WE ARE AFRAID TO LOSE IT.
THROW IT ALL AWAY IN HOPES THAT NO ONE ELSE STEALS IT.
I am a thief, like time. Like athority.
I open the window and step outside.
Stagger swallow swell. I'll shrink to fit and I'll grow to stand out.
My heart my emotion my feelings growing and shrinking showing you the words carved in my chest. I'll prove that it doesn't exist. I'll prove that I care more than I should.
Could someone show me?
Could somebody show me that kind of affection?
I am at a loss for thoughts.
Emotions are all I think in now. Words and phrases carved on my chest. No more logic, and no more words, it's all in feelings.
I'll take this ink from my body and write your name in the clouds. Love love love
---------------------------------die die die.
Live for love or die, that's what I feel what I see.
I step outside and free myself from thought from words and phrases from loss.
DEATH PROTECTS ME FROM LOSS. |
Submission Name: Love and loss
