magnifique

she would win.

her knees were scratched from the hard rocks and brambles that dotted the difficult terrain. her hands were sore from clutching at supports as she dragged herself up to the crest of the hill. she was tired, but she would keep going.

she would survive.

her life had been a battle – a pointless war against her own self. there were times when she felt her demons winning, when she felt herself plummeting down the treacherous heights, but she always rose from the darkness.

she would rise.

she could see the amber light from the sun peeking out from behind the dark rock of the mountain. the light pricked her eyes, but they were beautiful rays of hope that warmed her heart. a warm breeze caressed her skin, whispering in her ear, it would be alright.

she would heal.

her legs buckled with tiredness, and she landed on the sharp gravel. no, she could not continue. she would die. she was parched, she was tired, but she was so close. slowly, she picked herself up.

she would not accept defeat.

and suddenly, there it was, the new dawn, her new home, all beneath her feet as she stood where she belonged – on the top of the world. pride filled her heart and she did not care for her wounds, for her tears.

she was invincible.

what i did today: nothing

how i feel: guilty

oh my god thank you so much! i hadn’t originally planned to release the theme, since it was supposed to be a custom theme for my blog but i might release it in a few weeks after i’ve made it user friendly and stuff. tysm!!!

we wandered the night

chilled to the bone,

no one understood my plight

soulless hearts,

can such a thing exist?

maybe not,

but I was held in an iron fist

.

golden eyes,

such beautiful lies

scarred hands,

as slippery as sand

battered lives,

how did I get caught in the strife?

because you were the flame,

and I was drawn to your game

.

we were young,

we were in too deep

we didn't care what happened,

we were begging for grief

and now,

your face haunts my dreams

was it worth it, my love,

all those nights we couldn't sleep?

.

and now as I stare at your helpless pleas,

I wonder, what shall I do without your hands on me?

and so we stay, colliding each day

but would we have it any other way?