He Must Have Seen Our Souls And Thought Let's Intwine Their Fates. He Must Have Us Together And Thought
He must have seen our souls and thought let's intwine their fates. He must have us together and thought let's rewrite their fates. They must have seen us apart and thought let's fill them with spite and hate.
We may be apart my love but I could never hate you, at least not when you were mine.
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We think of love as a soft caress, a soft whisper, a warm hug on a rainy day. Love is anything but. It is violent and red. It is angry and black. It hurts. It breaks. Love is blue with loneliness and green with envy. It is yellow with happiness and purple with bruises. It is orange like a fleeting sunset. Love is carnal. It's forever and a moment. Love hurts. Love breaks. Love saves. Love creates.
"I love you" but we're supposed to be friends. You touch me. I soar. "I love you" but you don't feel it. So beautiful. Your hair in my face. I love you a little too much. I can't take it. I kissed you.
Now we're both looking, you can see me. "I love you" I say. You stare and stare. I step back but I feel you. Your hand on my cheek. We kissed and kissed.
"I love you" we both say.
Paint me like a renaissance art 🎨
TW//: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, EATING DISORDER AND SELF DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOUR
Red
Love is red. Blood is red. Eyes are red. The world is red. Forever is a theory. The world is a mess but so are we. We bleed everyday, for money, for family, for debt, for love.
Love. The most cruel of them all. The sweetest poison. It is better to be alone than to have loved at all.
I bled for it. I cut myself to fit in. Piece by piece. Slash by slash. I felt prettier.
I starved for it. To look beautiful. Day by day. Plate by plate. I felt prettier.
I criticized for it. To do better. Word by word. Hate by hate. I felt pathetic.
Stupid. Ugly. Pathetic. Fat.
I called myself with such love. A slash for each word. Engraved into flesh. The floor is red. My arms are red. The water is red.
Why? It looks so pretty. Red. Red. Red. I love red. You are red. I love you.
The world spins as I lay on the grass. The grass is red.
Red. Red. Red.