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The Thing Is
The thing is…
She didn’t need you.
She had a fire within her soul
That kept her warm when
Loneliness threatened to freeze her.
She had the world in her smile
And the moon on her tongue.
She was everything she ever needed…
…but holy fuck
Did she want you.
S.Lilobell (I’ve learned that sometimes love isn’t enough.)
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More Posts from Poetic-little-soul
“I need someone to understand that I get incredibly cold sometimes and it’ll take more than your warmth to pull me from those depths.”
-S.Lilobell (An ocean of thoughts and I’m drowning.)
Rain kills too.
Maybe there is a tranquility in the rain,
That sings a soft lullaby to the lonely
And whispers sweet nothings to the confused.
Maybe it rocks your soul to sleep
When all you can think of are misfortunes
And how love tastes better out of a bottle.
Maybe each drop renews your sense of security.
Or maybe there’s a blasé ring to it
That’s so deafening it puts the broken on edge.
Maybe the rain kills in such a beautiful way
People find it soothing,
While others suffer silently.
S.Lilobell (I’m drowning in what you call “beautiful weather”)
I’m just a tool on one of your endless hooks.
Hung to show that everything has a place
And as long as I stay in mine..
I can be loved.
S.Lilobell (Do not love outside of the lines.)
Heart shaped bruises
And lullaby tears.
Whisper more excuses
So no one can hear
All of your broken screams
And mangled up fear.
Call it LOVE
But the damage is clear.
-S.Lilobell (Abusive words are more sincere.)
“I’ve lost my words from the past decade and now I’m learning to make new ones… will you be my new language?”
-S.lilobell (It takes strength to rebuild a love vocabulary.)