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LiesIf I could pull out all of your lies from my filing cabinet brain and lay them straight. They would reach out effortlessly and knock on forever’s door.Lies
You said you were amazing at art. I liked art. But every so often you used to add your gloomy greys to my vibrant yellows. Now, I’m left as a muddy tint of my former self. Some artist! (The only art you mastered, was the linguistic art of lying)
My rainbow files have changed thanks to you. Once they used to laugh in yellows and dance in oranges. Now, all they ever do is mourn in blacks and grieve in greys. (You’ve tainted my life with your miserable hue
by ~FiRe---AnD---iCe
Unwanted HeartDear You, I am writing to inform you of the fact that I no longer require your heart. I shall return it to you first thing tomorrow morning. I promise. You may notice a few…um…minor adjustments. You see, upon closer examination, I noticed tears on the left hand side. They must have been from the times I rejected you. Don’t worry. I didn’t leave them empty- I filled them with salt. They're sewn up nice ‘n’ tight now. A rather nasty-looking burn was bought to my attention; probably a result from all the acidic lies I fed you- The ‘I love you’ one in particulUnwanted Heart
by ~FiRe---AnD---iCe
LonelyI come home, expecting your cheerful "hey honey is that you?" Only to find a loud silence. I'm lonely. I turn to the couch, to plump the pillows you would have used. Only to find them plumped to perfection; like they were a week ago. I'm lonely. I shuffle towards the kitchen; I can almost smell the meal you would have been making. Only to find..well... nothing. I'm lonely. I crawl into bed and close my eyes, expecting to feel your warm arms snake around my waist. I feel nothing but the pain of disappointment. I expect to see your face in my dreams. But, instead I am greetLonely
by ~FiRe---AnD---iCe
TeardropsTeardrops are precious too.Teardrops
Each leaving a trail.
Telling a story.
Every single delicate droplet is compressed with a lifetimes worth of emotion.
Teardrops are precious too.
They carry so many words.
All of them unspoken.
A loud sort of silence.
Teardrops are precious too; glistening, unique diamonds.
Magical. Hypnotic.
by ~FiRe---AnD---iCe
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and he cried. She spelt ‘loving’ wrong, sorry but i could never stop loveng you He picked it up, holding back tears, and the note on the dresser read: As he was about to leave the room, he noticed something, a paper, on her nightstand.
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He found her hanging from a rope above her bed, her flawless eyes rolled over, her neck slanted. He managed his way into a door marking her room. It was ajar, so he pushed it and went inside. I’m sure she’ll be home any minute now. He reassures himself, tapping his platinum wristwatch.
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You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life
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Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; Hell is an obsession with a name, a voice, a face...
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life
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When you try to speak but you make no s o u n d
&& the words you want are out of reach but they've never been so l o u d
- Marianas Trench
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