It Is My Tragedy To Have You As My Enemy

Deny

We're here again, stuck in the same place

With flames in my eyes, tears streaking through your face

I can see the tension you carry, the way your shoulders sag

All I did was raise your red flags

I can't be your hero, can't love you the way you want me to

So why won't you go, why not leave too?

Why won't you fight? You deserve someone better

Don't weigh yourself down with me, I'm a monster

Believe what you believe, but I can't be, I can't be better.

I know that I'm healing when I realized that I don't want to die anymore. I realized that there are still things I wanna do, feelings I want to experience, adventures I want to go to, though I still have no motivation for it. But I'll get there. I believe it.

I watch the pebble skips in the water

As my heart flips, flips, flips

The ghost of your touch, my knees waver

And I weep, weep, weep.

I still love you

Maybe it's time to burn those unsent letters

Let my past go through smoke and embers

And the walls you breached should be once again fortified

Regain my dignity, my freedom, my pride

Though I love you and you'll always have a piece of my heart

It is time that I move on, move forward, and restart.

-D.G. Gir// 03/26/2018

My cousin made me bookmarks with quotes from my favorite characters and people. 📖🔖📚💙

sorry

My words might be beautiful, but they are empty

Devoid of soul, devoid of feelings, a low hanging fantasy

I use it as traps, trying to catch strangers' hearts

Trying to cram those pieces into my chest, hoping mine would start

My hands are so red, I have crossed too many lines

Does my guilt absolves me? Do I still have the right to call this pain mine?

As my self-made ghosts roam around this false cemetery,

As my body sinks with the weight of the burden I chose to carry,

Can I still forgive myself before this imaginary coffin turns real?

For all the wounds I've inflicted, for all the wounds I never learned to heal.

Smoke

Does my love make you feel good?

Does it make you feel things you thought you never would?

A slave to your evey whim

Offered my light so yours won't dim

Is this all we are?

The moon and the dying star

Is this what you meant when you promised me something real?

When I have nothing left to give, will you love me still?

Do you make me feel good?

Not anymore, but I wish you would, I wish you would.

I want to write everything that doesn't make sense

About you, the moonlight, the fence

But even if I did manage to put them into words

It won't be different, still the same repetitive chords.