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legend says that soul mates are connected by a red string tied to their ankles.
i don't believe it.
once, i reached down and curled my fingers around that red, red string. once, i picked up the thread, and i followed it to its end.
there was nothing, only a skeleton, with the string caught in its fingers.
-
give me a chance
to grasp your hand
with my broken fingers.
my bones remain to this day
but my heart is long gone,
much like yours.
do remind me,
of days before heartache,
of moments the split second before
our bones turned to ash,
our flesh to dust,
our dreams to ruins.
-
there are skyscrapers, you see,
they tumble down when i reach for you
and our fingers connect.
the ruins and destruction that we left in our wake
should have been enough to
make us realize that
legend,
is not true.
-
a million days is not enough
to make up for what is lost.
legend says i can find my soulmate,
but common sense decreed that
i cannot love just bare bones.
i don't believe it.
once, i reached down and curled my fingers around that red, red string. once, i picked up the thread, and i followed it to its end.
there was nothing, only a skeleton, with the string caught in its fingers.
-
give me a chance
to grasp your hand
with my broken fingers.
my bones remain to this day
but my heart is long gone,
much like yours.
do remind me,
of days before heartache,
of moments the split second before
our bones turned to ash,
our flesh to dust,
our dreams to ruins.
-
there are skyscrapers, you see,
they tumble down when i reach for you
and our fingers connect.
the ruins and destruction that we left in our wake
should have been enough to
make us realize that
legend,
is not true.
-
a million days is not enough
to make up for what is lost.
legend says i can find my soulmate,
but common sense decreed that
i cannot love just bare bones.
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bare bones
once upon a time, there was a little girl and everyone thought she was a perfectionist but really she wasn't really she was a person really really really real - ly.
{reality is a myth, reality is an illusion a delusion reality is pure imagination (or at least, that's what she makes herself believe because she knows that she will never know any better, her perception of reality is twisted like mirrors falling falling down she loves you she loves the world but it's herself she can't stand because honestly love is all about trust and it's impossible to trust something you know is a ticking time bomb tick-tocking away that just might break the p
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bones
i. there are some nights when the fear is crippling, overpowering; days that consist of staring at the bottles and wondering how much it would take to drown your sorrows, to drink until you forgot why you came here and why it’s so very hard to leave. there are moments when you scream into the silence because you’re scared, dear god you’re scared, because this boy loves you and you’ve gotten used to loneliness.
ii. you came here because the colourful nights and the lazy afternoons enticed you away from the house where you fell in line like reforested pine, with the garden where everything grows a little less wild a
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but bones they splinter
And do you know how much it hurts? When you are cut
off
from everyone around you.
Even the other broken ones, because no one's cracks run {quite like} yours do; they're like fingerprints or patterns on fallen leaves that people love to step on again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again
until it's impossible to tell how many pieces there are or how they should all go together and oh
CHIPPED and CRACKED and fucking BROKEN sounds just beautiful, there's something inexplicably graceful about lying
face down
on
the
ground.
But there is a sun, you see? There's
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once, i reached out to you,
to find out if legend was true,
but discovered a skeleton,
who had once fed itself on hopes and dreams,
and is now just bare bones,
dead and gone.
once, i reached out to you,
to find out if legend was true,
but discovered a skeleton,
who had once fed itself on hopes and dreams,
and is now just bare bones,
dead and gone.
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this is that kind of empty-beautiful that i love so much. i want to keep it close and safe in my rib cage or something.
sounds weird, but it's true. you write beautifully.
sounds weird, but it's true. you write beautifully.