It was almost like his touch could penetrate through my skin and make my skin cells degenerate
Almost like with even the slightest contact, my skin would open and reveal a crimson red that resembles a beautiful and striking sunset
It was almost like the blood dripping from my wrists were because of him.
The mere thought of him could bring about destructive thoughts
The sight of him would pierce through my heart like rays of light would pass through the windows every morning
His existence alone left a feeling in my heart which, is hard to explain, but the best description was that;
His presence was detrimental
I knew it harmed me
but resistance was futile
Something about him triggers the destructive side of me
There is just something about him that I adore
I adore the way he speaks, which could alone devastate the things around him
I adore the way he walks, causing the floor beneath him to tremble
I adore the way his gaze could shatter glass but was also able to pick up the lone pieces one by one
There is just something beautiful about destruction. People focus on the beauty of life, I focus on the brutality of it. People believe there is light at the end of the tunnel, I like to imagine it as an everlasting journey of darkness and solitude.
The destructive nature of me has never left, even if I showed no signs of it to anybody.
He was destructive. And I loved it.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the things i try my hardest to hide but here it is anyway
PoesíaJust a collection of my everyday, random thoughts. A reflection of what I feel, think and wonder during my life, in a form of poetry or short stories. I hope you like it. Enjoy :)
