Everything Is Tentative...2 by DaniDeezNuts, literature
Literature
Everything Is Tentative...2
With a light heart I stepped out the car,
filled with fake superiority - thinking I had won.
But all I gained from this loveless battle were some
pretty little metaphors.
I tried to give nothing;
but like my heart, my will is easy to break.
I'm terrible at fighting temptation,
I'm worse at fighting you; deciphering your actions.
Well, fuck you, for making my head dizzy and complicated.
I foolishly thought that things would be different now.
I thought you had changed, and i halfheartedly wished that you had.
It was everything I wanted,
maybe because you're the only one willing to give it.
So maybe I sealed my own fate.
Perhaps
when im with you i feel used
wanted, needed, then refused
if you meant to break me
then congratulations darling
cause you always succeed in tearing me apart
another love i'll never know
another chance for tears to flow
if you meant to hurt me
then heres a toast to you, darling
cause you always succeed in tearing me apart
And i think of what you said
the lies you put into my head
if you meant to wound me
then this letters for you, darling
cause you always succeed in tearing me apart
so lets applaud the man in blue
whose noxious charms he cant undo
darling, if you meant to defeat me
then i'll thank you with my ope
I Think it's Euthanasia by DaniDeezNuts, literature
Literature
I Think it's Euthanasia
my hands are shaking
my speech is slurred
my eyes are blurry
and I blame you
my heart is pounding
my skin is clammy
my head is splitting
and I blame you
my breaths are shallow
my lips are blue
my eyelids flutter
and for a split second
I blame myself
he reminded me of yellowed newspapers and forgotten lullabies
there was something in him that was familiar
but i couldn't pinpoint it; i couldn't find where the recognition lie
he reminded me of summer fireworks and quiet fireflies
there was something in him that was captivating
but i couldn't pinpoint it; i couldn't find where the enchantment lie
he reminded me of conquered kings and withered flowers
there was something in him that was humble
but i couldn't pinpoint it; i couldn't find where the modesty lie
he reminded me of exhausted days and endless hours
there was something in him that was infinite
but i couldn't pinpoint it, i
play my heart strings with a rusty saw
and wonder why i bleed
hold me then but forget me now
and wonder why i cry
the sun glints off your hidden secrets
and you wonder why im blind
Indulge in me your fantasies
and wonder why i dont run
embrace me with misguided affections
and wonder why im cold
your silent contempt for me is so loud
and you wonder why im deaf
carelessly inform me of passionate past lovers
and wonder why i cant speak
in so many ways you test me
and wonder why im still here