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Explain, explain—
Speak in words plain.
Your obscure notation
I shan't ascertain.

Explain, explain—
Not in manner profane.
Perhaps we are fated
To speak in vain.
I—
  

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  ɪ…
  

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  I—
  

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  𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎­𝑙𝑒
  

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  I just—
  

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  I—
  

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  𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝
  

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  𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭—
  

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  𝐈—
        ɪ—
  

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  𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑
  

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   um—
  

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  𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦
  

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  ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ
  

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 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵—
  


  ...𝙉𝒆𝙫𝒆𝙧𝒎𝙞𝒏𝙙.
When she was quiet
I wept
To ward off the silence

When she screamed
I withdrew
So as not to disturb the sound
Breathe in,
Slow down,
Breathe out the rust of travels past,
Walk down,
Step up,
Settle into tomorrow's sky,
Close eyes,
Open mind,
Drift away to distant days,
Smell lemons,
Taste salt,
Let time swallow me whole,
Surrender to the version of me that waits south of me now.
Please break my heart
So I don't have to break yours
I'd rather feel all that pain
Than be the one to make you endure

Please break my heart
So I can leave yours intact
I'd rather be haunted
Than have to hear you react

Please break my heart
So I can live with my decision
I'd rather lose all my tears
Than have tears disrupt your vision

Please break my heart
So I'm not the one serving time
Id rather feel completely caged
Than be the one to commit this crime

Please break my heart
So I can make sure you're OK
I'd rather lose my voice
Than listen to all you might say

This request might seem odd
I ask for you to do the downing
But if we're both stuck in this storm together
I'd rather be the one drowning
Heart of gold,
Your hands grow cold.

Heart of gold,
This is not the end.

Heart of gold,
You are invincible.

Your memory will be,

𝐸𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙.
I’m going to quit you,
like the bad habit you are.


You’re a vice,
both constrictive
and a weakness.
You’ve already wasted so much of my time.

So I’m quitting you,
like the bad habit you are.
Cold turkey.


And I don’t believe I’ll regret it.
No more writing about you, wasting time thinking about you.
Maybe it’s nothing
Always has been
But whatever it is
I’d do it again
little ms. perfect,
has a little secret.
She's a big fat liar,
and you can't trust her words.
She cries,
yet she lies.
So whats the point in her?
Her words are like honey,
but be careful,
They sting!
she'll drain you till you drop,
so leave while you can!
i hate this one girl,
She talks like an angel,
but lies a lot.
i know this because im her 'friend'

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