i've been missing pieces
of the fragments and puzzle
that i've misplaced
in people and things
that were never meant to be
every cigarette is a reminder
and sleep is no relief
i wore my emotions on my sleeve
now i drown in bitterness
there's no peace in this feeling
god bring me some reprieve
i've given more than i should have
and all that i am asking
is for you to be clear with me
there's no focus anymore
with my eyes swollen with tears
i've burned all of my bridges
facing this battle with you
now give it all back to me
you owe at least that much to me
i gave it all to you
and even the shade of lipstick
that you used to always wear
brings b
Build A Heart That Breaks by royalocean, literature
Literature
Build A Heart That Breaks
my eyes are open-wide
and i see everything now
clear as day
you fooled me once
and love was lost
behind that crooked smile
lies a devil
don't you tell me
that i've got potential
when i know you so well
as to know you
don't mean it encouragingly
i don't believe
a word you say
these days
as we walk hand-in-hand
you still have a free-hand
to stab me in the back
we are small
drenched in this moment
it washes over us like the tide
with crests of bliss and cusps of laughter
our lips are snapdragons
accomplices to our words
velvet and roseate they blossom
after the afternoon
somewhere between late evening and early night,
when the sky droops, violet and weighted with sleep
the windows offer us the ripe light of the swollen moon
your orange lights, a rhapsody in amber
beaming to bless our skin
i notice shabby buildings beyond the glass
signs half-fallen, electric letters in arrhythmia
against our aligned heartbeats
our combined synapses.
your walls are alive with color
and we are just contributing to
giving up on everything
is just another habit of mine.
everything to excess,
they say
is always the best
right?
everything is such an
insidious, never innocuous
the same disease,
over and over again,
we watch from the shore
just to see our efforts fail.
build up hope,
give some sign of light
to those who follow,
if everything will be okay,
can we stop holding on
so fucking tightly?
out of the messes i've made,
only one good thing has
come of them,
and it required me
to go to hell and back
just to retrieve
the pieces i made;
from breaking promises
and burning bridges.
sometimes everything isn't
everything,
and we realize this
when the puzzle