Such rage that you could scream all the stars out of the sky and destroy the prettiest starry night.
After all these images of pain have cut right through you, I will kiss every scar, and weep 'you are not alone'. Then I will show you the place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
If I gave you enough pretty words could you paint a picture of us that works?
Seems to me that even love can die.
The world around you falls away and I will still be there.
I know my words are like daggers, but they cut me too.
I remember when my dreams were dying and I damned the sun, I damned the sun to pieces. I carved hateful thoughts into my chest and then you took my hand and nothing has ever felt the same. And nothing has ever, nothing has ever felt the same.
I wish I could stop crying. I wish someone still loved me.
I'm sorry that I'm still breathing.
Bleeding hearts shed no tears.
Thank you all so much in advance! :)