Poison D’avril

L’art pour l’art

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“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”

— Unknown

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He looks like I’ll be writing about him later.

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I finally got it. I want your midnights, but not just them. I want it all. The mess, the drama, cleaning up the glitter, everything. I want to be there at the end of the day, when the stage gets dark. And I want to be there first thing in the morning to clean up the mess.

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Truth is, you will always remain the one who meant the most, the love of my life, the one I could never forget. It’s a new year, but how am I supposed to be able to get over someone who made it so impossible to do that?

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They all come for my heart

Not knowing that i don't have one;

Swirling around in circles,

Surrounding me with their words.

Little do they know that words are just words when you don't care.

A smile is just a smile when your eyes are not smiling,

And soon you become Medusa,

Making them afraid to even look you in the eyes.

They all come for my heart,

Feeling offended when they tire to look for it,

Some losing themselves on the empty roads,

Some cursing and screaming as they turn around.

Few of them had found the x which marks the spot,

Only to discover a velvety note that says

"I got here before you"

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Thanks for loving me

Let’s not go there.

Let’s not start something I would finish way to easily

Leaving you to clean up the remaining pieces

Of a house we never finished building.

Let’s not use fancy words to describe nothingness.

You are a kind soul

But I am me.

You know me better than to assume

I would avoid words that hurt.

Because at the end of the day, darling

You are not him

And he is not the boy with flames in his eyes.

You are a simple mortal

Just like he is merely the illusion of something that was before any of us decided to play this game.

I would not even flinch at the thought

Of giving you up for a selfish cause

Because caring is something I don’t deal with anymore.

So no.

Let’s not go there.

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Take it with a bit of lemon (Truth)

It will never pass.

The feeling of helplessness you have right now

While he’s touching her skin,

Whispering in her ear all the fairytales you thought to be true,

Painting an invisible map from her cheek to the tip of her toe,

Resting his hand on her back and his lips on her neck,

While you bath in acid because you read it is the most efective way to close old wounds.

It will never pass.

You are left redecorating the walls of your soul,

Painting them the color of 10 thousand burning torches

Hoping to shed some light in the cave you find yourself in.

He learnt that you should never lie in a woman’s bed

So now he brings women to the house you built together

Changing the locker so you won’t interrupt.

It will never change

But maybe,

Just maybe

One day you will feel brave enough to unsew your mouth

And use the torches thrown at you as ammunition.

Maybe,

Just maybe

One day you will feel brave enough to set the house on fire

Instead of looking through the keyhole

Waiting for Time to set you free

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The world keeps moving, honey. Nobody cares that you’re alone and miserable at 3am. Or that you’re pouring your heart out on the bathroom floor crying over spilled milk. People only care about themselves at the end of the day. “I’m always here if you need to talk” translates to “We can talk before midnight, but not too much because you’re going to make me sad as well and I am in a good place now”. Earth keeps spinning, snow keeps falling and cigarrettes are still being used to numb the pain. 

When did we forget how to care?

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You cannot force people to love you. You cannot force them to give you a chance to show them what you are capable of. Human minds are fragile and can easily be deceived. You cannot draw wings on people and expect them not to fly.

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Merry Christmas to the poor, the sad and the broken-hearted! I know it doesn't feel merry now, but it will pass and you will rejoice. Please hold on. Breathe, that's the most important thing.

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”At night I miss you the most. Or at least the idea of you being there, knowing that I can reach out at any time. I guess I’m hopeless.” “That makes two of us”, he said quietly. “What was that?” “I said that’s just one of us. Hopeless.”

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I am not okay. My mind is feeling more tired than my body. That can't be good.

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I think books are meant to teach us emotions. That's why they're required from a young age