Stormykatie - My Beautiful Bleeding Pieces

Ours is not a romance. It is a tragedy. History made it so. Not to tell a lesson. But to make people feel...feel something. Love is not always good for the heart. It is not always butterflies in the stomach, or a bouquet of freshly picked roses. It is a game that we have to play sometimes. Even though the rules are not always fair and you have to die a death you don't deserve to give life to the other. You can't complain. Nor file an appeal. That's not how it works. For the jury, it doesn't always give its verdict in favor of the hopeless romantic. The judge passes your sentence with the pound of his gavel. And the next thing you know, you're being thrown in a faraway dungeon. No, it is not a romance at all. History has its own messy twists, don't you think? And love...it is not always blissful. So if you have to drink from that cup, make sure you are capable of enduring unspeakable things. For that's the essense of everything love has ever put forth for the sake of its own godly name.

-Love isn't always good for the hopeless romantic,

Katie, 20:00

My hands feel my chest

Tear my heart out

It's made of paper

Everything around me

Is made of paper

So I started tearing

Myself apart

Lost my soul in the rustle

Of dreams being torn apart

I pick the shrieking fragments

Throw them at the corner

The sight made me shudder

A mountain of shredded papers

That once contain memories

Of cold November

I reach for my head

Tear my mind into pieces

A paper inked with promises

I can't forget

I pulled out a lighter

Set it on fire

Watch the flame rises

Up in the sky

Then I sit quietly

In the corner grieving

With the mountain of papers

I shredded with my wrath

My fingers claw my eyes

As I sob like a child

Cursing the heavens

For the last time

-heart of paper, Katie

28th January 2020, 20:00

But you told me stories. Of long nights ending, cold dawn being subdued by warm sheets, and tangled limbs, shower of kisses and promises. Oh you told me, perhaps too much. That as I stare longer at the coffee spilled on my desk, your face is formed. Honestly, everything around me bears your image. The rough walls, the stains time carved against the door, the clouds in the blue sky. You haunt me wherever I go. For you told me stories. Of love blossoming in unlikely places. Now even the freckles in my cheeks bear your name.

Because you told me stories that has taken their niche in my brain.

-pareidolia, katie

You came to me in the most unexpected time. Now I can't read a book without hearing you; can't write a poem without feeling you. I breathe you between the lines; ink you like a treasured memory. And as I close my eyes I see you behind my lids: alive and vivid. You used to be a dream I hold in my sleep. Now you're a reality that makes me excited to wake up for you make me fall in love.

You make me fall in love,

Katie, 21:30

You didn't even have to win my heart;

It was yours from the start

-Katie, 21:20