Love That Random Extreme Urge To Block Everyone And Disappear

a beautiful broken promise.

Promise.

The word is forced to contain secrets.

But, what if?

what if a person runs out of promises?

when there are too many to keep and there is too much inside?

when all the promises she broke hurts her?

when each and every promise she broke, haunts her, every night, till the end ?

when the broken promises, like broken glass, tears her apart from inside?

until she bleeds. bleeds to death.

too tired to make another promise.

My apologies, i didn't live up to your expectations.

Why mother?

why did you tear me apart

when you should have kept me together ?

when you should have held me a bit closer ?

Why father ?

why did you pull me down

and drowned me in my tears

when you should have been my ladder ?

when you should have kept me warm under your wings ?

Why sister ?

why did you spat venom and killed me inside

when you should have been my pillar ?

when you should have hugged me tighter ?

"...And you, what would you do for Love?"

Forgive.

tell me.

tell me that you never thought of me as just a plaything.

tell me that you thought of me as a real friend.

tell me that the moment you met me you thought I was a human too.

tell me that my feelings are validate and true too.

tell me that you love me.

tell me like I told you.

Thanks for Listening

I write songs but no one listens  I write poems no one reads  A secret show with just one ticket  these words are dancing just for me 

Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom?  to play for no one but the sun  Don’t need the oohs and aahs of others  at my eternal party of one 

My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency  but if you can hear me... thanks for listening 

The thrill of writing a new sentence  dreaming up syllables that sing  Don’t need a chorus line behind me  I found a friend in all these keys 

Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom?  I tell myself don’t overthink I pour out my soul to these four walls give them all of my secrets to keep

My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency  but if you can hear me... thanks for listening 

Am I moving forward or standing still?  Is it fear of failing or am I chill?  I tell myself it’s not that deep  so I play in secret just for me 

But if you can hear me... Oh, if you can hear me... If you can hear me... thanks for listening  

i know,

that you didnt wanna try,

that you were tired,

that you were dying.

tell me sweetheart,

what is it that keeps you alive ?

is it

l o v e

or

r e g r e t ?