no_matter_what

I did this for a school project. I promise I'm not THAT crazy. ;p

Basically, a girlfriend of one of my friends said to him, "I love you so much, I would kill you just so no one else can be with you."

He broke up with her. Haha.

My Creative Writing [it's a class I take at my high school] chapbook was based around the whole "love gone wrong" theme. It was pretty cool, and I slipped this onto the DVD portion of my finished project.

Restless; Graceless

I've all but quit sleeping;

I'm walking dead.

This is the secret I've been keeping:

I'm sick in the head.

I wander scorched earth; dark hills -

I'm restless; graceless.

I see barren land the farmer tills,

And his children starving; faceless.

It's a lonely night, this one -

The darkness does oppress.

Silence here before the sun

Leaves me too much time to obsess.

An oily sheen covers me; I'm drowning in black.

I asphyxiate quietly - there's no going back.

Untitled.

I've set all my bridges aflame
And taken up a new stage name.
Life without you is terrible,
Insipid, and unbearable.
Where are you now, my missing frame?
You were the different in my same.

I've found it now! I've found my fame!
My show debuted to mass acclaim.
It was a modern parable!
You were the different in my same.

I've forgotten from where I came;
I was the girl you could not tame.
Your heart will prove repairable;
You'll find a girl comparable.
In money I will drown my shame.
You were the different in my same.

Scarlet Lovely

You're my scarlet lovely,
My apple on the tree.
I'm your chartreuse ugly,
Common bourgeoisie.

You were harvested at your prime,
Yet there were wormholes (out of sight).
I was bred in filth and slime,
Born standing and upright.

We met in June and fell in May.
Both tarnished, lonely - thrown away.
Two dying moths to a dying flame;
Vacant, hopeless - without shame.

"You're my one and only",
My meaningless cliché.
I'm the locked door and key
Keeping your past at bay.

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Vicissitude.

Try as I might to imitate,
Forget the night I venerate -
Still, I am caught in the web I've sewn,
Callously, I stand alone.
Who could have seen this twist of fate?

There's nothing left to celebrate.
No virgin left to desecrate.
Sins for which I cannot atone...
Try as I might.

I, who the dusk does saturate
Am done taking the hook for bait.
I'll sit here, to you - unbeknown.
I'll sit - bitter - upon my throne.
It's you I cannot captivate...
Try as I might.

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Untitled.

You smelled of burning and you were covered in ash.

“Where’ve you been?”

I’m angryhurtconfused but mostly just desperatelonely.

“Busy… in real life.”

As if you weren’t as deep into this as I.
As if real life all of a sudden excluded me.

Did you want it to?

We built our crosses together but only one of us would be crucified.

My feet melted to the floor, leaving me
the swaying piece of wheat in the field,
succumbing to the wind, ready for
the sickle that would come down, ending

Everything.

Farmer, won’t you spare me this?

“I think it’s best if-“

Shuashshuash.

Your threshing words came down upon me.

“This won’t work.”

I’m confusedhurtangry but mostly just desparatelonely.

We walked to the end of the block together and you went right.
I wanted to follow you.
Better yet, I wanted you to jump inside my skin and

Fall asleep.

You expected me to follow you because it’s what I had done every time before.

I went left.

I made it home later and I too was covered in ash and smelled of burning.
I was hurtconfusedangry but mostly just lonelydesperate.

Still.
I gained strength in knowing that I went left.

I went.

And I left.

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