Today, I forgot the time
When I didn’t need you
to get high off of life
And this fix of you,
I might have
taken more than I should have... this time...
- my uncontrolled heartfelt overdose-
And like the addict that I am, you broke me
You
– my living drug-
-the one with a beating heart, which can give more than mine ever could bear to receive-
You broke me, just like I broke the promise I’d made myself
To then find myself caught in the cheating summer rain
And right now, it’s just about all that I can do to remember wise words
“when theres’ nothing to be said, say nothing”
Instead, I’
Little princess
Stuck
with your feet on the ground
You kept on trying to make something out of nothing
-something out of you-
but feelings fade
-and so will you-
even more so when people change
They just never told you that Sleeping Beauty was also her own Dragon,
keeping herself from living
-just like you are doing-
Just remember it is already tomorrow
– somewhere in the world-
Another way to keep on telling yourself the Tale of Tales
Because you still have today to live through, before getting to a tomorrow
-no guarantee if it will be one worth living though-
“Some kind of beauty” is what they called you
But this name cal
For a proof that everything will somehow be ok by Clemce, literature
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For a proof that everything will somehow be ok
She would live life on the edge
of reason
hoping that by risking it all
-her sanity, breath, integrity-
day in & day out
& still coming back from it – almost in one piece-
it somehow increased her legitimacy to her life
as if that was proof
her proof
her cue
that she ought to carry on
the universe’s way of letting her know she needed to carry on putting her life up for hire
hour after hour
for a set fee
-until life ran out
or ran dry-
she tried to avoid thinking of it though
-the nonsensical nature of it all, the lack of “bigger picture”
the distance between her soul
&
body
throughout most hours of the
Truth is, I was afraid
of looking
in the “wrong” direction
I was afraid of how this
could make me go astray
never noticing how not looking meant not having a direction,
let alone one to get wrong.
Thinking back to some of the words you said,
-those that dropped from your lips and fingertips-
they just made me want to
drown
my
soul
and to keep it under until it made one with the sea.
All I
really
wanted at that point,
was to let the devil in my bloodstream dissolve the sea itself.
I couldn’t believe how
truly high
I
got off of you
off of your
words;
those strings of sounds that reached my brain
and somehow
tripped
t
Time flies, but she never was the pilot by Clemce, literature
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Time flies, but she never was the pilot
She would put the handwritten letters into the ocean
and stare at the words disolving into the water
hoping that once the ink left the paper to join the sea
its contents would still live on
beyond the realm of possibilities
-the genie's ungranted wishes-
She couldn't believe
how high she got off of you,
how you became her sole craving,
how she'd be drowning without a shot of you running in her veins
-her quick fix-
Time flies, but she never was the pilot
"Everything is uglier up close" she would say
So she'd keep everyone at arm's length
and somehow, just by standing there at the balcony,
she was holding the universe together
-stars & gala