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La Fleur
La Fleur
“He loves me..
He loves me not..”
One by one the petals fall.
The flower becomes bare.
The answer’s apparent,
Though heartbreaking.
And the stem hits the ground
On the last
“He loves me not..”
-S.Lilobell (What does a flower know anyway?)
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Never mine.
You belong to the earth.
You will breath it in and out
And it will become part of you
For the rest of your existence.
And I will be there too
But you do not belong to me.
You belong to the scars
Deceptively scattered on your body.
The remnants of a war
You were forced into as a child.
I have those too,
But you do not belong to me.
You belong to your emotions.
The gut wrenching anger
Used to throw words like knives
Because you were taught hatred.
And I will be your target,
But you do not belong to me.
You belong to yourself.
Safe and sound behind walls
Built from your disassociation
Because control is easier than surrender.
And I will belong to you too,
….but you do not belong to me.
S.Lilobell (…And maybe you never will.)
Im so goddamn tired of hurting myself in hopes that you’d feel it too. These scars deserve a better reason than you.
S.Lilobell (I hope they don’t spell out your name.)
It was you.
In the middle of the night
With only a sigh in the air,
It was you.
-S.Lilobell (How could it ever be anyone else?)
It’s starting to feel the same again..
Like a tightness in my bones that threatens to snap them if I move just one more inch.
Like a pressure forcing me down into the bed, sinking me slowly, ready to suffocate me at another breath.
Like these words are lodged in my throat, choking what little life I had left out of me and my hands are too numb to pull them out.
Like the person down on one knee in front of me is offering far worse than a ring and the damage is irreversible.
What do I do when it starts to feel the same again?
S.Lilobell (Save me from this eternity.)
We are just ghosts living in a lifeless corpse.
The only skeletons left are the ones in your closet
And I wonder if you think of me
When you dance with them.
-S.Lilobell (Or have you moved on to warmer bodies?)