parenthetical (sadness)

There’s only so much a human heart can take, till it trips over the barrier

Till the leaf leaves the tree in an ordeal to save the grounds

There’s only so much fight a human heart can put up, till it needs a saviour

Till the sun goes down the horizon so it doesn’t have to put up with all the sounds

There’s only so much a human heart can survive, till it has to survive love

Till you have to look fate in the eyes and let it burn your skin

There’s only so much a human heart can contain, till you have to start to shove

Till the corners leak out everything that has ever been

There’s only so much strength in a human heart, till love is what you have to fight

i can already feel the fuckboy potential increasing in real time (I'm a girl)

this is the most terrible experience of my entire life , i am on the verge of having a psychotic episode just thinking about the fact that I'm gonna have to do this again tomorrow

the car's battery somehow died and he almost slimed me

if he doesn't stop shouting in my ear I'm gonna have to drive straight into a tree and end both our misery😍

Memoirs of incompetence etched in the entrance

Wrote it on the stars on my way over here

One foot in and the message was lost in correspondence

Now I just find ways to keep the doorway clear

If they manage to find their way through my forest of indifference

If it so happens that they try to beat the odds

I have tactics and ploys to prevent their admittance

I have weapons deployed in forms of benign gauds

There’s no malice in my heart towards the bond unspoken

There’s no fear towards the end if that’s what worries you

For what oath is ever heavenly enough to go unbroken?

And an end is just baloney that the cynics spew

The callousness for the unusual is just the wiring of my existence

It’s just what keeps me sane in this ever-shifting hue

For if I have something to forget in the warmth of its absence

Yellow glow burning my skin, but the ache went straight to my heart

The gray tint in my vision, no longer an obstruction to this art

The dejection still remains, if only the malevolence was lost

Learning that not bowing your head doesn’t always have no cost

Not having faith is a prerogative I so dearly hold

But if I couldn’t, wouldn’t I also like to believe in everything they mould

Not noticing is an error I can easily afford

But if I was desperate for a sign, wouldn’t my vision also hoard

Reminiscing is a void of sorrow I so diligently avoid

But if I had nothing to anticipate, wouldn’t I also seek the past to hide

Yellow glow burning my body, but my eyes saw yellow after a long time

The gray tint in my vision, had gotten used to it in the climb

The dejection still remains, a human tactic to cope

and what if i tell you my old cs teacher from highschool was washing clothes in my bathroom in the same dream