The Other Room
Disappear Here
“I break everything I touch, so when you come near me begging for my embrace, I won’t deny you, but before you know it you’ll be broken and loathing the very idea of ever trusting another human being…”
Full Hearts & Empty Cups
“Fuck all this that’s missing, you’re gonna miss me, again, you’re gonna be reminded that what you thought you hated about me was only in you. I don’t give a fuck whether the glass is half full or half empty, just fill it up…”
The Other Room
“Once she realizes that I think I’m in love with her, she becomes attainable, and once attainable my feelings vanish. Yet my lust does not, therefore I continue to play the game until I get in too deep and my insecurities meet my ego while I stare in her eyes. Dashed by her gaze I finally come to the conclusion that I am not fit to love her, so her companionship becomes that much more enthralling…”
City Lights
“Our love like an elegant game of chess, silent advances, an inner struggle of the mind, over thinking what’s in our hearts. Illusions of grandeur, disillusions of myself; I propel you into darkness, I devour light, I am everything you hate to love…”
Your Birthday
“I begged her not to fall for someone like me, while she insisted that I let her love decimate into grains of salt in my hands. The dilemmas I now faced were so concrete and she was just a rose rising from a crack that stood right before where I stepped, her expressions begging for affection, my hesitation the only thing keeping her from being crushed. My malignant ideals piercing her eyes, those amazing eyes, corrupting them more and more with each passing moment.”
Blame Game
“‘Why do we fight about everything?’ she asked. “Well I’m guessing it’s because we really, really care about each other mixed with the fact that we are two emotionally incompetent human beings who are almost so similar it’s scary; and then finally because we are constantly trying to push each other away, trying to find excuses to make every interpersonal relationship crash and burn before they have a chance but secretly want the exact opposite and until then we shall treasure each other like fine wine that resembles the very blood you draw from your wrists…’”
Undress To Suppress
“I would tell her, ‘From this moment on, don’t ever tell me how you feel, for the heart knows no vocabulary and the soul knows no bounds; I want to be able to feel every emotion in the twists of your tongue, the shivers on your skin, and the lack of breath in your lungs.’ She listened intently; her conviction to me seemed so idiotic, so unintelligent, yet so fucking real, like I was someone she had longed to meet her whole life and I was just wishing we never had. I was reliving without consequence, she was reliving her biggest mistake. She believed me once again, the lies I told her grasped graciously at her low self esteem. I didn’t complain, I didn’t feel bad. I didn’t feel anything at all…”
Infinity
“Everything I loved is a lie, everything I lie about I love, every time I wander about love and lies I just end up thinking about you. See I’ve always been a risk taker, we’re all gonna die eventually. I always thought it was a race, was I wrong?”
Like A Silhouette
“What is the difference between shadow and silhouette, they both represent a tangible illusion of reality, an incomprehensible reflection of creation, imagination of self, and other, and you, and me, and us. We are limited to shadow, to silhouette, to darkness; but what if it were all to come to light? Would it be a mirror image of sin and lust, or a speechless revelation of what we really are? Or both? When I lose perceptions of reality I become true to myself. When I gain consciousness I lose anything that really matters…”
Already Gone
“Yeah I’m seeking your reassurance, but draw you to despise me, try to pull you because I can’t, find me searching for what either doesn’t exist or is substantially unobtainable. Melodic mania, tasteless thoughts, rushed interpretations, misplaced misinterpretations, sickening shadows of self. I woke up on the wrong side again, I woke up on the run, so desperately pleading with myself to conclude somewhere, to be something. You ask me what I’m doing, I ask you where you are, we decide to meet at a place where hardship doesn’t exist, where lust is all…”
The Void
“Love isn’t innocent, love isn’t passionate, love isn’t substantial. You wanna know what love is Madelyn? Love is the most beautiful deception, the most eloquent disaster, and the backbone for every lie I’ve ever told you. So Madelyn, you tell me, do you still want love? Love and death have so much in common, once you discern the similarities, living becomes more of an anxiety than a pleasure, heartbreak becomes a thrill…”
Concerto No. Mine
“This is just my mind running free, creating words like oil based pictures, each one like a separate blade of grass, and that blade seeps into the edge of your finger making you one with what you’ve come to create, and now you youthfully watch it disband into in-cohesive individualism of nothingness that you’ve been following your whole life…”
Closed Doors
“Incompetency is our greatest fear, so we close doors, close our hearts and minds hoping that we’ll become blind to the timeless manifestations of inner-struggle with expectancy and complacency. We try to find the that line of equilibrium, like an equator to the soul, like a drink from the river Styx. We always strive for perfection, we always come up short, and your love has always been my Achille’s heel…”
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