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I talk to the moon and stars about you.
The answer is no, I’m not okay. But you’re not the one I want to talk to about it. So yes, I’m doing just fine.
She’s the person I want to tell it all to.
I have a good day and I want to tell my best friend. I have fun and I find myself wishing the one I love was there with me. I have a bad day and I want to be in the arms of my home. It’s you. You’re my best friend, the one I love, my home. It’s always been you, it’s always going to be you.
girl sets herself aflame and watches herself burn down in the mirror.
girl drinks coffee until her hands shake. girl drinks herself sick and swallows a match. girl unhinges her jaw, eats every bit of poison beneath the earth. girl makes cocktails for herself at 3pm. girl drinks nyquil and ambien to sleep. girl drinks blood from her wrist and spits it out.
Sono arrivato in quella fase della mia vita in cui evito le discussioni. Ad esempio, se tu mi dicessi che 1 + 1 = 5, non obbietterei. Hai assolutamente ragione, divertiti!
One day, flowers will bloom in this mourned place.
One day this numbness will Fossilize
I hope you never realize how much better you deserve.
you were her autumn her summer to her every season was you.
An excerpt from my free e-book, ‘Beauty in the Tragedy’. It is available now. Download your FREE copy here: https://www.miriellamarie.com/download-free-ebook/
Prism
If I were to give a color to my emotions they would be white. Blindingly white. The all consuming white, that holds the green of envy, the blue of sadness and the red of anger. The pink of my love hides shyly under the black of my fears. They lay dormant under the plainness of white. Yet the only one capable of bringing them out is you. Holding the prism of my heart in your hands. And watching me break apart like a rainbow in your palm.
The sweet susurrus of the satin, you wrapped round my eyes;
I stare blindly, in the face of your many beautiful lies.
Hands on my shoulders, words a stealthy breath;
You spill nectar in my ear, whilst you guide me to my death.
Slowly killing time. The seconds bleed into minutes. Fingers drumming the funeral march on the rough surface of the table, mourning the loss of another hour. Tear shrouded eyes, surreptitiously flit every so often towards the dead silent phone.
Alone in this lone space, I wish my day wasn’t cheapened like so. Waning with wont of your absence. How I hope I could drown in work. Have something to do with my fidgeting hands itching to reach out to you.
Maybe someday I’ll get to be the important one in this relationship. Maybe someday we’ll switch roles…
When you’ll come calling and I won’t answer.
Lover
Scritch and scratch, the tip of the pen danced against the paper. My words flowed liquid, tangled in the cursive jumble of my thoughts. Loops after loops, slants and curves, my feelings turned solid as I hung them on the lines like stars.
For you to count and admire, my secrets laid bare like constellations. Holding several meanings and stories I only ever whispered to the moon.
Oh you unknown, whose face I see in dreams, on many a sleepless night.
Oh you unknown, whom I’ve loved , do love, and will love without nary the blink of an eye.
We’ve never met; yet such hold you have on my foolish little heart.
Oh you unknown will you Love me... Love me, until it consumes and tears me apart?