Once there lived a blueberry muffin,
And on his porch he was a puffin'
His rich cigars while in his rocking chair
Nobody came near, not even for a dare.
There she came down his muddy path,
Wearing nothing but a laugh.
Sugared up and smelling fine,
He'd swear to this day she was a clementine.
But no, oh no, as she neared,
She was indeed a sight to be feared.
He got up slowly, squinting his eyes,
And what he saw, what a surprise!
A lump of lard, a spread of pure butter,
Then he knew he wanted no other.
Though unhealthy for his life
He tiptoed closer, along with a butter knife.
When it happened, it happened fast,
And I knew the
When did you lose me?
Perhaps it was the year when the grass grew tallest
And the river was full to the brim with its dirty brown water
Running sludgy and fat through the culvert's silver lips
The year when I climbed trees and wrote poems
About love that I didn't understand and the way
I felt about how you felt about me.
But maybe it was the time when I saw the apple blossoms
For the first time and my cheeks glowed
When they fell to the ground; pink and red raindrops.
You lost me in the days when I discovered the sky
And the blues and purples and grays in the sunsets
Over our farm house that morphed into a planetarium a
Sometimes...
I feel so lost in a crowd
Wandering about hopelessly.
My eyes zoom around looking for something,
Anything.
It makes me tired to think anymore,
Especially about society and politics.
People with fancy suits and big words.
They don't know as much as they preach.
Listen here..
I can tell you a story.
It might scare you...haunt you...torture you.
But I can tell you the truth...
This life is full of mirrors, watching you from behind closed doors.
When lies become the truth, that's when I'll die.
I'll dress myself in a frilly dress and call it quits.
Maybe one more story will be told,
One more chance to show you what t
this mistake isn't beautiful. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
this mistake isn't beautiful.
My biggest mistake was ever pretending I was special.
When a perfect moment goes to your head, it seems to be so much more than you ever imagined. Finally, the feelings are less lonely. You find that all of your sharp edges and emptiness are smoothed over and filled by someone else's words. You actually feel safe in this person's arms after a lifetime of being too afraid to get close. So when everyone tells you this is love, you believe them.
Suddenly, you can't do anything without it being completely consumed by them. Maybe this is completely unhealthytotally wrong, but all you know is now it seems like unraveling this one individual
read this without breathing by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
read this without breathing
Don't call me beautiful.
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
I'm just recycled words fro
i'm the worst person i know. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
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i'm the worst person i know.
You remind me of every mistake I was too afraid to make.
I don't know where this leaves me now. This is like standing in front of your living room window and watching all the seasons slip by in the course of a moment. Forever gone in less than a second. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but time simply makes everything seem fleeting until we've already forgotten what we promised we'd never forget. It's funny how selective our memories become. How the past clouds over until it's nearly impossible to distinguish the shapes of the feelings that were once so familiar or the outline of your smilethe sound of your voice. It all fades. Then
the easiest thing by paperheartsyndrome, literature
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the easiest thing
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to get over you, but things that sound simple are rarely so when put in the proper context. It's okay though, since I still feel my heart beating every night before I go to sleep so I know that I'll make it. That you haven't quite won. At least not in the sense that I'm through fighting.
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to give up. I'm more of a lover than a fighter and more of a coward than a hero. But the thing is I'm through just lying down and taking whatever the world throws at me. You told me to try harder and I swear I am. So if I thought I could fix an