I'd rather take a bullet to the heart than get a heartbreak, so I can see that wound heal yet somehow, it's painfully beautiful when you watch me crumble silently. Tears of the soul seemingly means nothing to you, but after all, you see nothing. You know nothing and that too because I hide it so well. All the pain, anxiety and pressure of the ghosts of the past, it's all clawing at a huge, giant brick wall.
But brick isn't immortal, it doesn't take long for it to crumble to pieces.
And then, maybe someday...someday those walls would crumble, the demons that stay hidden would once roam again. Whispers would soon turn to screams and those screams could tear me apart, piece by piece, little bit by little bit.
I guess it doesn't matter how much I'm hurting or how much you've broken me down to, all that matters is that you're happy, right? Life couldn't be better for you and you're happy, right?
That's all that matters most, right?
That's what is called happiness in love, right?
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
