A smile of real laughs was all they ever saw. A girl with flowers in her hair with love in her blood ran around with a boy of devilish smiles. A trickster he was with the foolish hearts of the ones that fell under his unbreakable spell. The words were always what one wanted to hear as they slithered more and more under a trap of twisted movements. He knew he had her sealed in his palm just like so many others. But the innocence the girl was held with would never see this side of him. No, she saw the one who supposedly fell in love with her mind of beautiful thoughts. Apart of her never felt right but she was always told not to follow mind over matter. And her matter told her to love him with everything she had. So she devoted her existence to a heartless man that would just add her name to a list of broken spirits. But how was she suppose to know that a demon like that hid in the flawless man of words?
Her smiles faded and the girl fell too far. Her love was too strong for his meaningless kisses. The truth slowly spilled out as she refused to believe. She never smiled in the black pit that was her love. Lonely nights when he said he'd be there tore her innocence away piece by piece. By the time she caught him with another the flowers didn't fill her hair anymore. The thorns grew a cage around her heart that hid her from the foolishness that her memories held. She hid away in the kingdom of darkness that was mapped in her mind. So she broke. Broken pieces of her heart scattered around the floor as he stepped on them willingly without a question. Her hatred for him sparked in her bones with no second chances. She stilled loved him for everything he wasn't. She loved him for the words that seemed so true, the movements that seemed so graceful, and the way he made her feel so special. But with those thoughts she couldn't help but find hate for herself because she wasn't special, his words weren't true, and yet a love of him still rattled in her head.
That's the thing about love; you fall for the ones you shouldn't love and once you do there is no getting out. Because love is only a dark pit of memories and broken pieces; and the rareness to ever fully climb out only lays with how strong your heart can battle. Because in a simple definition, love is only a long lost battle and it's up to you if it's worth fighting for. Because the battles that I pick are always worthy of a fight even if parts of me don't fully agree.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Drowning Castles.
A mystery floated in his twisted blue eyes like a ship; A mystery that a innocent girl got curious in. Curiosity is never a friend to love because you grow too attached to a certain pair of eyes as your world sinks into a sea of terror.
Stares. It always starts with a stare; a stare into your soul as it grasps your imagination and sometimes too tight. Desk of hell were the only barriers that separated the stares and the mind. She was addicted to dark passes and teary eye stories as she fell in love with those things. But when she saw his eyes glisten with that fear of pain she wanted to know that darkness he held. So she paid attention to his words, his mind, and his actions but what she didn't expect was to fall in love with the scars that filled his chest. A trap was set in her mind as she built this twisted soul into a beautiful star that she thought shined apon her dreams.
She built him a castle on the pearly white clouds as she would do anything for his glace; and she got it. It came to a time that it wasn't even a merrily crush but almost an obsession to be noticed by those ocean eyes he held. She wrote the thoughts of this prince into stories and poems as she was so lost from herself but it never crossed her mind that she was.
But the storm swooped in making her ship unbalance as she fell. Drowning in an ocean of truth. She saw the boy for who he was. She denied and denied as only a painful cry filled her because he wasn't a prince in shinning armor; no, he was nightmare in disguise. But hope filled her that maybe one day his scars will fade with his darkness. And maybe hope is even worse then curiosity because you hold on to the hope that maybe just maybe he will be your prince in shining armor. But darkness never really fades, it just becomes more of an allusion to the eye.
Stares. It always starts with a stare; a stare into your soul as it grasps your imagination and sometimes too tight. Desk of hell were the only barriers that separated the stares and the mind. She was addicted to dark passes and teary eye stories as she fell in love with those things. But when she saw his eyes glisten with that fear of pain she wanted to know that darkness he held. So she paid attention to his words, his mind, and his actions but what she didn't expect was to fall in love with the scars that filled his chest. A trap was set in her mind as she built this twisted soul into a beautiful star that she thought shined apon her dreams.
She built him a castle on the pearly white clouds as she would do anything for his glace; and she got it. It came to a time that it wasn't even a merrily crush but almost an obsession to be noticed by those ocean eyes he held. She wrote the thoughts of this prince into stories and poems as she was so lost from herself but it never crossed her mind that she was.
But the storm swooped in making her ship unbalance as she fell. Drowning in an ocean of truth. She saw the boy for who he was. She denied and denied as only a painful cry filled her because he wasn't a prince in shinning armor; no, he was nightmare in disguise. But hope filled her that maybe one day his scars will fade with his darkness. And maybe hope is even worse then curiosity because you hold on to the hope that maybe just maybe he will be your prince in shining armor. But darkness never really fades, it just becomes more of an allusion to the eye.
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