Nov 12, 2023
There’s no power in stillness 🥀🖤
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There’s no power in stillness 🥀🖤
Oh hey my annoying ass is still here 🥰😘🤪
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Some say they are as fragile as a rose. But have you ever heard of someone being as fragile as stone? I stand tall like the renaissance statues, from a far I look strong, and sturdy, but once you get a closer look you can clearly see the faults in my foundation. Details in my structure show how my soft brown eyes lay low, how my tears resisted gravity and how my lungs completely stop mid breath. A rose blooms in the rain, but my shell withers away as time goes by and the clouds continue to cry.
I should have killed you. When I had the chance, when you were at arms reach. I should have killed you. When I was still able feel you creeping up besides me, when you weren’t a surprise. I should have killed you. When I had control over you, when it was I who had the power to grip your neck and leave you breathless. I should have killed you. When I could lock you up behind 4 walls, throw away the key and forget you were part of me. Now you’re the one killing me, now you’re the one showing me who’s boss, now you’re the one reminding me of the times I should have killed you. But now, now it’s too late.
Its like a new religion. I pray everynight that I learn to love the skin I was born with. I fall to my knees everytime the demons in my head overpower the fallen angels on my shoulders. My eyes become stain glass windows, camouflaged with a beautiful light, in order to hide the pain that lies inside. Like a confessional, I bottle up every sin I’ve commited on myself. A walking temple, a walking fallen angel who still is resistant to holy water.
Here I am still standing, while you’ve ran around the sun thousands of times. Here I am still waiting for you, anticipating your return, while you are on the move making stops on other galaxies. Here I am playing the fool again, for someone that only visits me whenever they need to catch their breath again.