Mo

“Intellectual growth should commence at birth and only cease at death,” 🏳️‍🌈

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

I could never fathom the length of my own emotions and the intensity they reach for you.

I pushed you away, I admit, but I falsely told my reason for it.

I took my heart out and peeled it piece by piece hoping for something, I know now doesn’t come free

validation is what I would always need, a consistent plea to please and be appreciated.

the realization that it was never only me, but also many others who you made feel as though they were on top of everything

is what pulled me away from you.

[dg-fragments]

When the plans we made couldn't materialize,

what else can we do, except be patient,

for this too shall pass is what we need to realize,

and never let hope, be absent.

- DG

[hatin]

you’re the best i ever had

[approvers]

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

attracted to you in ways I can’t explain

always attempting to reign the scattered thoughts

inside my brain, I could feign disinterest

but it’s plain to see

without you, there’s no me

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

I commend every expanse of your skin

and begin to wonder

why you don’t admire what’s within

my speech turns to blunder

the result of you being akin

to the vibrant colors after thunder

or the lessening of the weight of my sins

you cast the lure while I was under,

I bit and you pulled me in

magnetism has nothing on the

attraction between “just friends,”

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone

I may always beg for you to stay,

for when you’re away

my skies turn grey

and no words could convey

the chill I feel

on your side of the bed, where I lay

and begin to pray

that you will return the next day

to entrance me in your gait

and envelope me in your warmth

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

My hands glide across the rails, leaving trails of anguish

My do I pale in comparison of the stories you tell

You never exclude the black and white

And all the shades of grey in between

You mesmerize me, and quiet the screams beneath the tattered seams of my mind.

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

The pretty flowers never caught my attention.

Or the girls that everyone would mention,

But you, you were an extension of me.

You eased my apprehension,

Noticed my tension,

Laid the path for future prevention

You, you were everything I needed you to be.

S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

At what point does opening up too much become a burden to them? At what point does withholding certain things become cold and distant?

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

My hands are sweating.

There’s a persistent ringing noise infiltrating the corners of my mind, and suddenly everything’s too tight.

Can’t breathe. Can’t think.

I’m suffocating, my arms are too heavy and it’s crowded. Too much, way too soon.

I become an observer, a backseat occupant in my own mind.

My movements are exact with precision that I do not possess.

I’m becoming hollow, drifting... drifting

I return moments later to realize I never left.

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

I would reach out

and I would grasp onto your heart

with nimble finger tips

with unrelenting grip

I would reach out

and touch you

and you would always recoil

as if my heart didn't beat

only with the promise of you

as if my lungs didn't ache

if they weren't breathing in your scent

as if I didn't love you

with every fiber of my simple being

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

There was something in the way she thought

The way the gears in her brain formed sentences

There was something in her eloquent speech

The careful formations of her words

There was something in the curve of her lips

As she spoke unknown words into existence

There was something in the songs she writes

The songs that give us a peak into a well mind

She, she was something else

Something else that meant something to me

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

The enslavement of the heart is not a beautiful thing.

It is not fulfilling, nor satisfying, nor could it ever be categorized as a fairytale.

Falling is brutal. It is damaging, it is breaking, it is ruining.

Falling in love, is very much like falling truly.

The euphoric freedom of the climb, strengthening and completing.

And then, the fall.

Peace be with you as you fall.

Your mind spins, your eyes flutter shut, and suddenly you are no longer who you once were.

There may be a moment of fleeting calm, alas, it is nothing but the silence before the storm.

It is quickly overridden by the realization of what lies at the bottom.

What does lay at the bottom, you may ask.

Whether it be a lifetime of joy or an eternity of hell,

It is painful.

By the gods above, it sinks, it entangles, it captures your heart in chains.

Love takes away your freedom of will, it takes away your freedom of thought,

It cages you, like an animal.

Because that's what you are, when you fall in love.

An animal, who can only be tamed by his or her true love.

Animalistic pleasure, true love is.

Uncontrollable and wild, and meant to be tamed as much as a wild stallion.

It simply isn't.

Whether withering and old,

Or young with a soul yet to be tarnished,

True love to a person is empowering, entangling.

It is not beautiful; it is painful.

It is ethereal.

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

the love of the gods

Imagine

falling in a love so deep that the depth of the widest of oceans couldn't measure,

a love so fulfilling your mind no longer feels any emotion other then contentment,

a love so endangering men from every continent 11:11 wishes on your diminish,

a love so empowering you can almost feel the world in the palm of your hands,

a love so exciting your fingertips shoot electricity with the lightest of touches,

a love so harming your heart would be torn from your chest if they were to ever leave,

a love so entangling your heart entwines with their very essence,

a love beautiful, a love dark,

a love fit as love for the gods.

- S.W

[tastefulfracturedtorment]

To rewind time would be to

erase the bindings of a soul

So that it could be bound again

To take away ones muse

So that it could be found again

To take away memories

Held by the heart thats found within

To take away the time

That you gave my heart to mend

To remove a lover and a friend

Only to meet them again

You give me feels that no one could replace

If i were to meet you again

That would be twice ive met my saving grace

- S.W