Think about it. What if everything WAS different? What would happen? How would you change? How would the people around you change? If you think about it, the way things would be different, might even make it more like it once was.
Try this book of p...
Responses pool in forms of beguile. Maybe for once I can sit down and breathe, but of course they aren't. Yet, perhaps it started with me manipulating odds to benefit my desires to be.
The final straw is ash, the record's broken now. I'm choking on my red-inked vow, to never stop, or let them down. But my mentality is breaking, and with it, the chains with which I'm bound.
The metal links are starting to bend, and finally, I'll be free from the crescendo that never ends. I'll scream, they won't hear me. I'll cry, they won't mock. Isolated, they'll feel, through soundproofing of thorns and jagged rock.
I can't believe I didn't do this before. The suffering is over, it is no more. Sadistic glee fills my heart until my mind begins to wander, and I return to the thoughts I tried to ditch, not one of wonder.
I go home. I mend the chains, I repair the leash. I apologize whilst rusted links wrap around me, in a hug of captivity.
And I sit. I know I let them down. I can see it on their face. The way that their face shifts from a face into a gaping, empty space.
Now I know that I'll have to try harder, even if my corrupted bindings turn to dust.
Now I know that I will never be the one to don white wings, and silver rings.
Now I know that I shouldn't fall in love with the number one, for never will it be a mutual relationship.
Now I truly know, never to stray from your red-rimmed tracks.
Ever, Again.
.....
The spool is unwound.
~end of part 2~
Hello friends, I hope you are having a good day or night wherever you are. This is the second half of the "By a Thread" poem, and even though it was a bit more intense than others, and really just an outburst of feelings, I hope you enjoyed it. I like to try and keep a good bit of diversity in my poetry writing (I hope it seems like that haha) so that it stays interesting, but also just so it isn't all fluff, or all anger, or all sorrow, stuff like that. But yeah! Stay safe and healthy out there, and see you next week! :D
P.S. I listened to Conan Gray's song "Heather" while editing this, and man, the feels came rolling in QvQ
Thanks for readin'!
Love, Stardusttoad 💜
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There's nothing poetic about a broken person being put back together by another. It is utterly tragic, and unfortunately we humans have been trained to find beauty in tragedy.
