Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The Sound That Ends The World
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I'm only quiet because I'm worried that if you push me too far, one day I will open my mouth and I will scream so loudly, it will shatter and break the whole world.
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23 comments:
Scream not so hard,
but whisper your secrets,
pour them into my ear,
And if they burn down
the path they take into head,
you can be assured,
I will join your silence
What is it what I'm doing?
I hate you because I love you.
I kept leaving you because the choice was as simple as it was complicated.
I didn't love you enough to fight and stay, and I don't hate you enough to throw you away.
Sorry you're stuck with my crazy.
It's never far enough.
The worlds already broken anyway.
Maybe your scream is what it needs to be whole again.
That's also the one among my powers that scares me the most.
i've feared that day for many, many years. it's close now, i can feel it weighing heavy on my chest. you're not safe here anymore.
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As the world shatters, as it slips from the palm of your precious hand like diamonds dancing to the center of the earth's final moments worth of shell; at least we will all know it ended for a good reason and not just because a cat died or a leg is broken. Go ahead, its okay to scream.
Oh man. This is exactly how I feel today.
Love never fails
Simply beautiful.
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This is beauty
The world broke. Is it me? Is it you? Honestly, nobody can tell.
It's the magic within the words you scream that shatters hope, or rounds love back whole.
It's not a matter of crazy...
It's not a matter of stuck....
Matters if the heart....Matters of the heart...
This. This is me right now.
When you're lonely or having a bad day and you wonder if you've ever been truly loved, I hope you know... Despite everything, you matter to this heart. Always. Forever.
Most days, I hate you for melting my heart. I hope this makes you cry.
It became clear that someone needed to break it.
So I screamed to shatter what both of us grew to hate.
And I will never look back....
And I'm never going back because I deserve so much better.
:)
Ever.
As we all deserve so much better.
And after all these years of being silent, I am beginning to scream and shatter precisely because of being quiet, of you having been pushing me for far too long, and I was the one who let you do this. Am I the one at fault?
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