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| Imagine living like a king someday, a single night without a ghost in the walls. We are the shadows screaming "take us now!" We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground. |
I Can't Look At The Stars IsI Can't Look At The Stars by ~TARDIS-blue
This
How it
Will end up
Hands full of stardust and pages of
more empty promises waiting
to again be burned and wasted
years and memories and
places that never should have
been that important at all, never
for anyone like me
hold me close, don't let goI still sleep in your hoodie when the weather is badhold me close, don't let go by ~TARDIS-blue
(And even most of the time, when it isn't)
I have your favorite songs memorized, every lyric carved carefully where no one can see
I wrote the miles on the backs of my hands and laced them through my veins
I've got your eulogy memorized because you've died a thousand times since last night
These rainy days make me wonder if I'll ever really see you
Or if you'll remain the shadow of a reflection in mirrors and shop windows
No one's ever been this close to the widening cracks in my armor
It's been a long time coming and you've finally seen all there is to see
Will you still love me in the morning?
the tide's too strongI can't believe I found you herethe tide's too strong by ~TARDIS-blue
Standing tall among the wreckage with a smile on your face and scars on your heart that only heal and make you stronger
Never once did you look down on me
Though I only crawl through my failures and suffer through every passing wave of anxiety
--forgive me, i haven't quite learned to stand
They can mock from their high horses and hide twisted faces behind decorated masks
Not even the most carefully constructed masquerade could convince me they know what it's like
To hurt and fall and feel hopeless for a while, to see everything you ever wanted floating away as mistakes loom above
And then to be helped up,
reassured because you are not
alone and never have been, not
really
They cannot understand the strength to be found in soft-spoken conversations and knowing glances
The comfort from one survivor to another.
meet my dedication, inspirationI could sit for hours and make constellations of every freckle that dots your skinmeet my dedication, inspiration by ~TARDIS-blue
Travel the long roads of blue veins, so warm and new and alive, stretched and tangled endlessly over creamy white
Listen to every single exhausted breath that escapes your lips when you tell me about your day and everything that went wrong and what went right and how glad you are to see me
The gentle push and pull of the ocean pouring between the words of the songs you sing late at night when, for once, you can't sleep
You tell me I'm pretty and I smile but wonder who else you may have said that to
before you found yourself floating through my thoughts
and onto crumpled pieces of lined paper when I missed you too much
I let you know I'm glad you exist
Regardless of the time you've spent away
I'm glad for your smile and your presence and the gentle flutter of your hero's heart beneath my shaking hands
I never was too good with words, not with speaking them aloud and le
yoke makes me sweatheat waves rummageyoke makes me sweat by =slowslicksnails
through pockets
of tired skin,
[as I'm]
choking on
wilting air
as some kind
of bondage.
beating the sun
back down to night --
cramping stars in
the sky takes away
sex burned in me.
(this doesn't make me
a heliophile
because at night I am
God)
And The Despair Starts To Sing Pt.2Can you hear the silence?And The Despair Starts To Sing Pt.2 by ~GrandeurOfIllusion
And will you wait for me?
Can you see the nothing?
And will you stand with me?
Judged by the judged,
Resented by the resented,
My heart just sinks further,
I'm scared to be close, but afraid to be on my own,
Look into my eyes...
And touch what you see...
Feel my heart. Feel my heart.
I'd love to.~ Such a creative idea c:
Forgive me for not telling you.