Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wholeheartedly Heartbroken?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
We're Still Alive, Dude.
We’ve made it thus far haven’t we?
We don’t need anybody else to give us a helping hand.
We’ve taken our blows and taken our hits,
But again and again, straight up we stand.
Receiving and giving, help we’ve shared.
It’s been so long since we’ve heard their voices now.
We call out and they never answer anymore,
The silence we hear, it’s funny just how.
They used to call to us, and we heeded.
They took us for granted, and we patiently listened.
Made us smile, and made us die,
With every tear we wiped, when their eyes glistened.
“No more sorrows,” we were promised,
“No more will we cry in vain,” we swore.
But it’s all gone now, only a deathly calm remains,
And it’s taken us far from the safety of the shore.
Needed each other then, yes we all did.
We needed that escape from the perverseness of the world.
We were each other’s escape.
We comforted in one another as our truths unfurled.
Shame, we have none.
Regrets, nothing that we would change.
We did what we needed to, at every point in our lives,
And that’s made are lives this strange.
What we are now, is what we’ve always wanted to be.
What we are now, is what we’ve chosen.
Who cares what the world thinks, we’ve done it our way,
Memories, both good and bad, are best kept frozen.
So pick yourself up, don’t stoop so low.
Don’t look at the bottom of the glass, look through it.
Don’t look for the sun again, when you know it’s going to rain,
Just take comfort in what you have, and sit right through it.
We’re not the same anymore.
We’ve come so far away from where we were at the start.
But we’re here right now, don’t let us down.
Believe in us now, for we will never part.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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So do you.
So just stop pretending to be the saint here. And leave me the fuck alone.
You’re the one who killed it. You’re the one who strangled every last ounce of patience out.
I can’t fight these daily battles with myself anymore. I’ve bled enough to feed a thousand vultures. Yes. The same scavenging fucks that circled overhead as we tore each other apart, waiting to strike; waiting for that moment of weakness that YOU gave them.
You dragged us down, scraped our hearts all over the thorns that covered the ground. Cut deep within us wounds that will take a million eons to heal.
And still I remained by your side. Never complaining. Never wavering. Never letting go, even when it was just me holding on to a fraction of your fingertips, just so that we’d never have to fall.
But we did. And guess who let go?
You took me through to the highest high I’ve ever felt. And then threw me over the edge.
Screw you and your fucking principles. I don’t need them.
I'm not the bad guy. I'm just the grown up, who saw just how fucking immature you really are. and I pity myself for letting a kid like you take away so much from me.
P.S. Your friends suck.