She Was as Thin as Paper

c8b079625e8d73bcd093e82ad1a5bc3cA precious document

All perfectly inked in black

She’s framed and put up on a wall for display

That is until someone took her down to read her words and pages

Putting her words to heart

Her reader was deeply moved

Selfishly he threw away her frame and kept her in his pocket so he could take her out and read her whenever he wanted

But being in his pocket put so much wear and tear on her edges

They became frayed

They were ripped

She became discolored and her ink smeared

Eventually her words began to fade away

Being folded up and reopened

Being handled by unprotected hands

She started to disintegrate

Unable to read her anymore

He ripped her in half and threw her away

Discarded amongst the other trash

Now worthless

You Made Me Take a Separate Path

There are two paths in front of mecc38e2932ac7dadf283d1496e4504d4a
Two completely different
Both life changing
Take one side and you will walk with me
Hand in hand until the end of the road
The other side is lonely but I know that there are merging roads and paths along the way
Possibly you will be on one of those paths waiting for me as well
But it’s taking a chance
Either path is painful
With branches grabbing at my face and arms
Barefoot walking over sharp rocks
Either way is a completely different plan than my original purpose
Which pain to choose?
You could come and follow me down my path
But we both know that you want to go your separate way…

Exploding Time Bomb

6f6c132eb8fbd5cd457dd7cf1643a7d2A ticking time bomb

Every morning waking up disappointed that she didn’t detonate over night

Adding fuel to keep her going every day is a hardship when she would rather just explode

Problem is the destruction you leave behind afterwards

A huge mess for someone else to clean up4781bd0720d526a6a4a6babbf73c6100

Your loved ones finding the results of the catastrophe

Black coating everything that she used to touch

A thin film of memories covering the surfaces of peoples lives

Time is running out

 

Author of your Pain

People always ask1a9ddd9fd75c4607b601ed5682e3fdbc
If you knew the ending to your story would you read it?
But what if you were the author writing the next page?
Yet the next page you are forced to write is a tragedy…
how would you write your tragedy knowing that you decided what it was
how it will affect the rest of your book
how you have to decide how you will suffer
Create your loss and heartbreak
the pen is in your hand
there must be ink on the next page
or will you abruptly end it and burn everything alive?

Shattered

Pure porcelain

White and smooth of imperfection

But every once in a while you chip my steady surface

I patch it up as quickly as I can

Seal the chips with the most durable promise possible

But duct tape and glue can only hold so much together

Nicks on the exterior eventually lead to cracks in the shell of my porcelain

Cracks getting longer and deeper

Adhesive can only fix so much…

…Until I shatter

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Lobotomize my Soul

af7237b19d9c99baa41f68436a0733c8You used to say my love was a drug

But love is an addiction

Always wanting more and never satisfied

Drug me up

Numb me

I can’t handle the addiction

No rehab can get me out of this mess except lock me up and put me away

Suffocate me and shove the painkillers down my throat

Lobotomize my soul

Don’t let me go

Pieces to You

I’ll come to you in pieces e9fcd2cf4b9c842029a30d8ca7649237
You can make me whole again
Blown up scattered remains
Limp flesh encased in a cage of metal
Glued between a steering wheel and concrete
Piece me together
Peel me off the cement
Collect my parts
Try to breathe life into my soul again
I don’t care if I come back
But at least I’ll be with you

Destiny

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But I know that rushing everything isn’t our destiny
If you leave and you still can not find the love that you lack
I’ll be here for when you get back
This I cannot say or will not express
For if I was utter these words you would love me less

Dangers of Chemistry

73349d943be7b7cbd1ac401e2281c19aThere’s chemistry

Yet, a high risk for spontaneous combustion

The universe may be infinite but we are finite

Ready to explode at any moment in time

A little spark can set everything ablaze

Valuable ingredients missing and the whole equation is off

You won’t get the desired result

No happy ending

Just poison in a beaker full of lust and regret