NebulouSSusurrations

anger surges through me like fire, burning me from the inside out, causing me to want nothing but to destroy downing a bottle of pills is not the latest but blaming you  is something new maybe this time you’ll care, maybe you’ll stay but all I do is scare you away

I'll lure you, take you in. Spin you around and catch you in a turn. I'll make my mark, leaving no scars behind. I'll settle in your soul, making a home. Yours and mine. My arms shall surround you, engulfing your epiphany until there are no thoughts, no regrets. Just you and me. We'll stray far and wide, take the world in our stride. And in my moments, I'll taste a sweet madness. Not tainted with sorrow. The winds will sway, your dress of pearly white. And I swear, this time I won't be so far behind. You and me, you see, we're breathing symphonies. While we breathe we steal a couple of willful dreams. You and me, yes we have gone wild. S

A broken heart is a viscious heart. My darling, dont play with the demons or you will turn into a flaunting remnant of their existance. So let me play, love. Come let me play with your precious heart and in turn you can play with my darkenned one. A broken soul is a caged beast, furious and imapataint, beautiful to look at, yet terrible to behold. You dont want to come near me or  will rip you apart, strike you down and steal all your moments of bliss. But i would never let you die. You are sired from me afterall. I love you so much, my little devil in making. A broken deal is lucifer playing taunt and God knows I've broken several of them

Is that the soul changing love they talked about? The one that was supposed to change destinies and alter realities in grievous yet beautiful ways? Was that the moment of indulgence the human heart allowed in exchange of a thousand miseries? Like selling your soul to the devil? What folly, what fault has driven me to this? What did I do but pray for her happiness. I only wanted her smiles and I could've survived my whole life with relative satisfaction. What did I do to deserve this? This wildly embracing longing, the one that has my heart in a death like grip. If I die, it will be because I had the ability of absolute surrender. Absol

 YOU SPENT THREE MONTHS ON MY COUCH AND I PERMANENTLY HAD A BUCKET FOR YOU TO PURGE YOUR INSIDES INTO AT AN UNGODLY HOUR. BUT YOUR VOMITING MEANT YOU WERE STILL (JUST) ALIVE. AND I'D RATHER CLEAN UP YOUR BODY'S REJECTION THAN YOUR REJECTED LIFE.

 we had a code,  a way of telling the other that our mind wasn't stable that day 'i feel like smashing all the plates in the house again today' not so secret; not too clever but it worked you said it every single day for two weeks, and it was always followed by you tossing your head back to gulp down half a bottle of rot gut. i told you to stop it, and you tried. it lasted two days. then it got worse. worse, worse, worse. i started to wonder if you were just getting more 'you'. maybe you were just an inherent fuck-up, and it was hardwired into your dna. god, you really were more than just unstable. but you were delicate. fucking fragi

Her solar scars were aching for the aquafina kiss of relief.   But who among them would soothe her charcoal freckles?   Who withheld the capacity to repair such a scorched surface? He said it like it was the first rule of life, like it should be so fucking obvious.   She clasped singed vocal-chords, tattooing questions into chest crevices.    Stifled lightning ignited organs, highlighting silenced thoughts with neon importance.   The thunder rumbled through her pores, infiltrating the epidermis, seeking her innards. She felt it shivering beneath her bones, whispering within her ribs. It spok

I forgot your smile, your sinuous stride and your coy, yet confident air when I catch your gaze you hold it there, trade a stare—the constant clamour stops for a moment as you give your knowledge in exchange for a caring thought.

My fingers too cold to grip and my head, swollen with thoughts of drowning not in water but in a bath of my blood mixed with yours. I am flowing in the wind along with the pollen and the bees, the sun is happy like me. I am free and I can breathe along with you, alone. The nurses don't know what it's like to be trapped in your own air; just let us be free. The blood still stains my pallid skin but your touch wipes it clean, pure. I can feel the pinch on my wrists and I am exposed. I need to stay fresh and happy in the sun with the dandelions; stop them!

Lay your love over me; I wish you well. I am no more than bone now, the rats fed on my ruined remains; you have no care, tell them your sorrow has shown, kiss my new bed. You have a heart, a heart that thrives on guilt. Neglected my only sixteen years, who are you? Surely, no man of worth. You built relationships with your rogue-like charm to deceive and con others into your fraud, so good. You are going down now, friend. Chew on your last deceitful words; I applaud your valour. Laze across green, sip your brew. I know where this is headed to, you cheat; you are just going to sit back and beat.