Art is medicine to the soul. Be Healed

My glass was empty.
Ice melting away at its own strewed clutterness
Sweating, moisting the edge of its lips to fill the cracks in mine
He didn’t hesitate to not only ask but to insist on refilling it with intoxication of misguidance
“Sure”
My reply was empty.
At least me and that glass had one thing in common
And I don’t know if it was the facts of being empty, or being full of self harm
Being fueled with blurry sight and mixed words
Playing with the coloured skulls on my wrist just to ensure I wasn’t numb enough to subsitute my fashion with reality
And him
Substitute my independence with comfort and again,
As I realize this,
my glass was empty

He said he drew wings on her back so she could fly
He said that with his love for her, her feet would never touch the grounds of what society labeled as “beautiful” anymore
Time was endless to them all because that she was all he felt when he smiled
I wanted that.
As much as I denied that is all I wanted
To feel the breath from his nose down my neck
Feel his hair pin straight up and the hills of his skin push against mine when I would kiss his neck. As I would nibble on it
Goose bumps
Maybe my firm goose bumps don’t look for warmth any longer. Maybe they just look for the touch of your lips to sooth the emptiness captured inside them

wisteriachild:

Before you entered my life, I used to watch movies alone.

On Friday nights I would go to theaters and sit on my burgundy

velvet throne in silence and pretend that I was waiting for

someone to meet me.

Now, I can’t imagine watching movies without the texture

of your snoring embedded into the films’ soundtracks.

And I pity those who do not hear what I hear or feel what I

feel because darling, you’re the best thing to happen to

Hollywood.

I like you.
I love your smile
I love your eyes and that scares me
To death.
So far in it, that when I saw you kissing that other boy, thats what came to me, again
Death of my resurrected thought of love
I had my walls so high that just the fact you got around them, make me feel normal
Made me feel safe
Had this way of calming me that I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel. Had this way of holding my attention and you knew it
Captivated and sealed
And now that you have me, I’m scared
I feel..
Betrayed.
I feel
Nervous.
I feel that because you have me sucked in your presence, I need to lose myself to escape

I’m feeling beyond pissed off at the world right now. If you dont want to get hit, remove yourself from the barrel

I hate the way she looks at me
Her eyes so glossy that she cant even comprehend what she sees
So she just smiles
Teeth filled with an empty soul. I see dust escape from the back of her mouth
Her eyes swallow them self and her hair looks like hay
She looks as if she’s suffocating but she just keeps smiling and not crying for her life
Lord, save her
Because I know that she has been taken from herself
Her blank stare has no shelf life so I know she’s slowly decaying and I’m not only talking about her health
Her words are grey and her voice is colorless
Thought she could escape her problems with a little bit of help
But what she didn’t realize that the main problems, was the problems with herself
You see, putting the blame on everyone else but running from the truth
If she ever wakes up she will finally see that she isn’t solely responsible, but she’s put herself through this abuse
So help her
Save her
For she needs freedom

I love his back. Lock my arms around is waist at times and he loves it. Clench to his hips and he knows i like something to hold on to so he keeps himself a little thick. Wrap my arm around his throat and moist his neck. Arches his back and I start to wonder. Start to wonder weather its because he loves it or if his spine cripples. Like my physical lust tickles his mind a little but enough for him to begin to hate me. The same way I did. But in the same time of where I loved you. It was a beautiful suicide falling for you. My body keeps telling me one more and my mind keeps rejecting. But it always looses because you cant deny that we live in a lustful world. A body is worshiped and a inner beauty is neglected. Pushed to the side a beautiful face is protected. But you know, the pretty are the ones you need to look out for.

The influences of others have us rather tormented. Claws us to where I can feel the fingernails rip the skin from the back of my throat. I gasp for air. I reach for freedom knowing that this battle is already lost but I breathe….I breathe. I am alive and the tears falling down my face is just another physical reminder that I am still here. Fight, for this “love” is a battle ground.

Lets play a little game
In a fantasy land beyond cops and robbers
Beyond the thoughts that make you blush like the back of lobsters
To be free
For you to be you and for me to be me
To be at a steady pace so don’t rush or let it slip
The sweat running down our backs began at the touch of out lips
And ended at the ends of our fingertips
So please
Don’t let go of my hand
Don’t end our turn of this little game