Woe is me!
Tragedy is sad, sombre, "based on human suffering,"
"person destined through a flaw of character or conflict with some overpowering force, as fate or society, to downfall or destruction. "
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Hi, it's Pot. Just calling to see if Kettle is in. by Chelsinator9000, literature
Literature
Hi, it's Pot. Just calling to see if Kettle is in.
I used to love your hot breath on the back of my neck. So thick I could write "I love you" in it. Now my dewdrop skin feels like a nuisance, and your body language reeks of indifference. How easily passion is replaced by lust. How convenient is the simple betrayal of one's trust? Relationship-based disintegration in exchange for instant gratification. Again, and again, and again. Until you have nothing left to bargain.
It’s colder on the mornings when I’m honest with myself. When the breeze rolls in and I remember what I actually meant to you... and not what I wanted to mean to you. My name means a safe harbor. I was letting you dock your boat here every other week and sail off to sea. You picked me flowers as a form of payment and occasionally patched me up. Sometimes you came to me as a hurricane leaving chaos in your wake. Debris. Casualties. You told me I was beautiful. It always felt like another lie. You didn’t realize it was you that was making me weak. Planting thoughts like termites in my mind. A wedding. A baby. A life. Infesting my docks and eating away at my foundation. A terrible disease. I closed off the port. Poured sand in the bay. Yet, still, a million tiny grains meticulously placed can’t keep the memory of you away.
You should have come with a warning sign. I made it clear that at the threshold of my epicardium, there was to be no trespassing. You crossed lines and dotted the eyes of my third mind, and when you left, you left me blind. Enough time to get me to drop my guard and bombard my senses with your unforgettable presence. You Yes you, concealed your anger like a weapon. I was always target practice for you. You shoved your failures so far down my throat they grew inside of me. Tiny parasites I believed were my own, but I was just the host. So now, more than anything, I just want you to leave me alone.
Lessons I've Learned by Chelsinator9000, literature
Literature
Lessons I've Learned
I've had a fire inside me ever since I was 11. When I learned I could bleed once a month without dying. When I learned men could smell blood like hungry sharks. When I learned I was the thing to fear in the dark. A shadow awoke sometime after I turned 17. When I learned roses were disposable while still alive. When I learned you needn't see beneath the surface to take the dive. When I learned preparation serves better than anticipation. The villain came to life at 25. When I learned that they lied about time healing all wounds. When I learned there's a deafening silence to the insanity. When I learned how to let go of my own humanity.
It is not a decent frame of mind to be framed in this time of drugs and wine. Of goodbye's and cherished moments; sentiments most potent. Sometimes I feel like a rodent stealing all that's golden. Pillaging what's left of friends and lovers, stashing secrets of others made deep beneath covers. I question if there's enough good grace for me to save face in a world that would have us casually waste away. Didn't you see it in my eyes? The uncertainty of humanity, an uncanny vulnerability. Was I another conquest? Shipwrecked in the arsenic that laced the salty sea. My love, I was not the only casualty. You were tasting poison when you tasted me. I will wash my hands of this beneath the somber sky, and I will forgive and forget, but only after I've bled it dry.
The shadows crept up from beneath my bed to the spot where you use to lay your head. The scent of oil still lingers on sheets that have soaked in your sweat. Memories tossing me like ocean waves under layers of regret. Do you even miss me?
I have never Been human. One, a child Black pits for eyes Swallow you whole Chew up your insides They taste like bread and they taste like wine My devotion, unholy My liturgical lie. Two, the flower The budding rose Vehicle for your violent woes And with each blow, with every scorn Your fragile skin catches every thorn Your sugar blood pools slick and warm I drink, I hide I laugh, I lie. Three, unyielding Carved of shattered earth My heart a lump of olivine My fingers caked in dirt And I grew ever colder Beneath those sunlit skies And the summer turned your face to me And your lips were scarred with lies. Four, inhuman I can see it in your eyes As you think what you can take from me With glaciers in your smile I am plastic, I am granite I am iron, I am ash I am every dead, unfeeling thing My brightest, loudest Lie.
I don't wanna lose you I know you've got to go But it still hurts Losing someone you love Seeing them flash before your eyes The old version of them is gone You'll never get it back There time is near And I don't wanna lose you I have so many memories I will cherriesh them forever And keep them near my heart Cause I dont wanna lose you I'll keep the memories So I can always have you near Near to my heart
It's this time of the year again. The winds, they carry cold, regret. Memories demand to be relived, the past mistakes I can't forget. I may have lost my sense of self, I may be just an empty shell, but the pain, it echoes still, like a flame that can't be quelled. I have melancholic poisoning and a phantom heart syndrome. And when the leaves begin to fall, my world gets painted monochrome. Fall just amplifies the symptoms, in winter they are even worse. Don't try to find a cure for me. It's not a sickness, but a curse.
Too much free time on my hands, too much time to sit alone and to pick at all my scabs, drawing new blood from old wounds, often digging to the bone. So, again I welcome back the demons I had exorcised many, many years ago. They're getting ready to attack as I sit there paralysed. Too much free time on my hands, I waste it as I waste away. A routine empty and so bland. I don't need this time at all, when I do nothing but decay.