I've Pushed You Away..

sheddinpetals:

What if the rose’s thorns in my
Chest didn’t mean anything more
Than their clinging rips that tore
Words and phrases before I exist
Nowhere in exact proportions, I
Won’t be falling without the cuts
Whispering and fighting for another
Hold on the reality around us, we
Forget why we are…

sheddinpetals:

You are the only angel that will lift me up before
I explode the stars from my bitter agony of another
breath.
Живи для меня.
Live for me,
You are the angel of peace
And I will never let you fall.
Save me, though, before I am lost.

sheddinpetals:

There’s an elephant on
My chest and the water
In the tub is rising red,
It’s good these hands are
Numb or I would not feel
Quite this dead.
I know the gnawing in my
Head is all I deserve
With lies stamped on each wrist
I soon will be heard,
They’ll remember me as the
Weak one who loved too much,
But all I wanted was for
Life to rush and rush and rush
From every little vein.

sheddinpetals:

I remember innocence. I remember that I had it and that something beautiful like it was stolen from me by the time I learned to write in cursive. I loved my ‘s’s, especially when I said “stop”. They curved into the shallowest of lines that perfection even was unable to rewind. She must have found…

sheddinpetals:

I remember innocence. I remember that I had it and that something beautiful like it was stolen from me by the time I learned to write in cursive. I loved my ‘s’s, especially when I said “stop”. They curved into the shallowest of lines that perfection even was unable to rewind. She must have found…

sheddinpetals:

After my friend had a “feeling”, he sent me this.

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