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@random-notes-i-type-when-im-emo
Hope is the thing with an edge
Sharp and swift
Driven through my flesh and bones
Stuck in the wedge.
Hope is the thing of betrayal
Of sweet temptation and longing.
Hope is the thing in my dreams
Soon to be shattered
Shards stuck in my spleen.
Hope is the promising river
Drowning the village in flood
Hope is the knife in the back
Dripping with my blood.
~siri
Will it prove to be a burden,
The love I so yearn to shower you in?
Will it drown you,
That thing I had hoped would keep you afloat?
Will my embrace feel like an entrapment?
Will my arms clinging
so very desperately to your frame,
Be chains keeping you from flight?
My lips on yours, the sweetest of dreams,
Will it hinder your breath?
My heart bleeding your name,
Will it be the poison in your veins?
The want in my eyes,
Will it fade the light in yours?
The hope in my chest,
Does it put a weight on yours?
The desperate plea to be seen.
The hopeless wish to be felt.
The lingering echo to be heard.
To please be noticed,
Loved.
Like one yearns to be loved.
Am I selfish?
To want you just for me?
To want all your love,
Your smiles,
Your sympathies,
Solely to be mine?
To know that the desperate ache in your heart
Begging to just hold them in your hands
Just for a second
Only for a moment
To know that, that delicate thing you so yearn to achieve
It will shatter the moment you touch it.
To know that the enormity of your mere hand, so desperate to caress that beautiful, delicate little glass doe.
It will crush it the moment she nestles into the center of your palm.
To know that you break everything you most cherish.
Arms clinging to their neck. Hanging onto them as if letting go would be falling from a bridge into ice. Cold. Water. Gushing, flowing, raging water. Like from a broken dam. And to drown if you let go. Begging, sobbing, pleading.
"Please... I love you... Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go. Please... don't forget me. Please... Don't leave me. Just... Please."
They say opposites attract.
But what of us who have not a shred of difference between us? What about you and I whose souls, whatever they're made of, your and mine, are the same?
~siri
I need someone to tell me that my feelings are valid. That I'm not overreacting. That what I feel is not dramatic and I'm not trying to seek attention. Please. Just once. Someone to hold me and let me cry my heart out. Sob out my problems in a barely coherent voice. Don't tell me that it's okay. Don't tell me that I'm not alone and that a lot of people go through this. Let me believe that it IS the end of the world and show me sympathy equal to it. Pity me. Please. I don't want to be strong anymore.
and someday,
When my dreams all come true,
Your face will be the first thing
That greets me, fills my heart,
Makes it overflow
With the happiness
That I crave so desperately.
~Siri.