I promised myself
I wouldn't fall in love with you.
But it's 1 am
and we are laughing too hard.
So I unchained my demons.
I let them play.
I let them run.
Because you are my moment of quiet
in a loud shouting world.
When we are together,
I forget the rest.
I. am. Screwed.
So, I pried open my rib cage; I
ripped out my heart.
because we are all made of glass.
and Your shards cut me into
pieces
when I was not meant to be loved in parts.
22/01/2016
My thanks to Pintrest for all the words.
The nonsensical ramblings of a person trying madly to make it through life one day at a time.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Bits and Pieces III
Once upon a time,
an angel and devil
fell in love.
It was not exactly love at first sight.
They fell in love like you fall asleep
Slowly,
then all at once.
She was fire.
He was ice.
And he walked through flames
so that the heat of her body
could melt the frozen parts of his heart.
He was bigger with her.
Together,
They were brighter.
It was ...
Exciting
to find parts of themselves in someone else.
He had beautiful eyes.
The kind you get lost in.
And she did.
She was madness, sanity
She was Hell and Paradise.
Her love broke his bones
And
He
Laughed.
For did they not say,
Find what you love and let it kill you?
17/01/2016
My thanks to Lynette Simeone, Christy Ann Martine, Charles Bukowski, John Green and Word Porn for the words.
an angel and devil
fell in love.
It was not exactly love at first sight.
They fell in love like you fall asleep
Slowly,
then all at once.
She was fire.
He was ice.
And he walked through flames
so that the heat of her body
could melt the frozen parts of his heart.
He was bigger with her.
Together,
They were brighter.
It was ...
Exciting
to find parts of themselves in someone else.
He had beautiful eyes.
The kind you get lost in.
And she did.
She was madness, sanity
She was Hell and Paradise.
Her love broke his bones
And
He
Laughed.
For did they not say,
Find what you love and let it kill you?
17/01/2016
My thanks to Lynette Simeone, Christy Ann Martine, Charles Bukowski, John Green and Word Porn for the words.
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