#foryoul

[drowning-in-melancholy]

Myself and I

Walking in the border between divine and arcane

iam the forsaken child

the thunder

that never cracks

the shadow behind the light

a dreamborn god of fear and relief

a fire that never asks to be seen

call me madness

i’ll wear it like a crown

i've been called worse

the gypsy witch

with the marks

who never speaks

ah, but you see -

they never listened anyway

so i stopped talking

because the truth

would burn their ears to ash

if my mask ever slipped

but if it did

could we be ourselves?

you and me?

face frozen

death drpping from my eyes

watching the world go by

through whispers of my amber dusks

but i fear my soul

is a fading light

hardened by fury

if there’s a spark left in me

it flickers like a dying star

so if I vanish —

know it wasn’t surrender

i fought

but everything turned it's face

away from me

and the world already swallowed me up

and spit me out

and I was alone through it all

with my mask on

[drowning-in-melancholy]

Faithfully Yours

I'm letting you know

you live inside a stranger’s chest

rent-free

eternally adored

so as long as I'm alive

you will never be forgotten

even if you're not mine

I do reach for you on faith alone

even if it wasn't meant for me

I gave your words

a new meaning

in me - longingly

but

you still think their eyes will forget you

if you buried yourself beneath the waves?

well - have you learned?

art cannot be killed

so you found yourself on the shoreline

still you are this haunting warmth

I have

for someone I never touched

but swear I've held

in dreams

you were always more dream than flesh

more myth than man

but your soul is the most divine thing

anyone could ask for

and I want to experience the details of you

but this eternal sadness

living inside me since I was born

I hate being a burden

but can you carry me for a while?

so I can stand again

even though

I'm not afraid to walk

this earth alone

I've been doing this - my whole life

but If it's not you in the end

it wasn't worth it

[drowning-in-melancholy]

Emerging light

The heavens refused to write our story

and the gods cut my wings off

so I can't reach you

not in this lifetime

but I want to stand in the sun with you

bask in your light

to be baptized in your radiance

even if I must emerge

even if it means

i have to come out

from the shadows

for the first time

i want rainy days and love confessions baby

the cottagecore dream life with you

the quiet kind of forever

i wonder how different our paths would be

if the gods looked down on me

with mercy instead of mockery?

but can you live

without the euphoria of performance?

can you breathe

without the high of worship?

give up your light?

could my ugliness

steal your heart?

i was never divine

i know

they made sure I knew

never craved the light

but in your hands

i could become

something terrifyingly

beautiful