#dyinglove

{Verse 1}

What they said was true,

promises are just words in the end,

but they're also words that keeps me awake at night,

wishing you could've made me stay after that fight,

not just let me cry till you crossed the line,

wishing god to stop my heart for a moment,

Maybe then for a second the pain will go,

for a second I won't love you, no,

{Chorus}

This love became a routine,

this connection became a burden,

I'm carrying twice my weight,

I woke up and kissed your face,

like I was made for it,

I spoke just to make a conversation,

Every word doesn't hold a meaning anymore,

now I'm here crying on my bedroom floor,

wishing you'd do something more,

{Verse 2}

I learnt to love you with blood on your hands,

my blood,

I let the beast knocking on my door in,

like it was his right,

fed him with my bare hands,

turning a blind eye on his fangs,

{Verse 3}

I don't wanna teach you how to love me,

I want you to find it out yourself,

I don't wanna be a book on the shelf,

waiting for my turn to be read,

Even though little that I know it'll never come,

{Chorus}

This love became a routine,

this connection became a burden,

I'm carrying twice my weight,

I woke up and kissed your face,

like I was made for it,

I spoke just to make a conversation,

every word doesn't hold a meaning anymore,

now I'm here crying on my bedroom floor,

wishing you'd do something more,

{Verse 4}

I miss the flowers you'd give me after you got back from our garden,

I miss the random little gifts that I'll see waking up in the morning,

I miss the love letters you wrote for me,

where did they go?

were they devoured by the cold?

{Bridge}

you're full of words but never action,

I'm full of wounds but once was your kisses,

the love that once was promised,

became a routine for fancies,

the love that started conversations,

Is the love that fostered rusts on hearts,

eyes filled with anticipation,

the coffee left on the counter,

got cold like the weather,

the wall between us reversed after years of removing every brick,

lying on my tomb getting sick,

{Verse 5}

I've been picking up pebbles,

just waiting for you,

hoping that you'd notice,

so I didn't have to say,

that baby this isn't a game you could play,

there's no respawn,

don't know what are the cons,

don't talk to me on that tone,

{Verse 6}

You said you knew me all too well yet you told me on that fight 'how was I supposed to read your mind? ',

you don't have to,

it's in my eyes,

{Chorus}

This love became a routine,

this connection became a burden,

I'm carrying twice my weight,

I woke up and kissed your face,

like I was made for it,

I spoke just to make a conversation,

every word doesn't hold a meaning anymore,

now I'm here crying on my bedroom floor,

wishing you'd do something more,

{Verse 7}

And you said "we're always like this, fighting and cursing each others name",

in your head I'm tryna' blame you but in mine I'm tryna' tell you how this feels,

{Verse 8}

piercing each others heart with knives,

but why are your's sword this time?,

the pain for asking for the better,

eats the soul gradually,

{chorus}

This love became a routine,

this connection became a burden,

I'm carrying twice my weight,

I woke up and kissed your face,

like I was made for it,

I spoke just to make a conversation,

every word doesn't hold a meaning anymore,

now I'm here crying on my bedroom floor,

wishing you'd do something more,

{Bridge ver2}

I'm stuck here at the library,

looking for books that could help me,

make you realize that you're loosing me,

without a word escaping my lips,

I'm crumbling,

help me pick my pieces up,

that you shattered without noticing,

cause you were past asleep,

when you kicked me by your feet,

I was a glass of champagne that you left on the aisle table,

{Verse 9}

The candle that we struck,

keeping the fire even with our nails,

we knew its about to die,

slow melting hurts the eyes,

{Outro}

nothing could make me go,

unless you open the door,

Author: piscesline/Avalon

Date: 25th of February, 2024

Friday Fictioneers – Dying Love Aftermath

In February, we had another photo prompt from Dale Rogerson. Since this week we’re having an encore of another of her wonderful photos, I thought I would continue my first Flash Fiction story called Dying Love. If you missed reading it click on the title; although, the stories are independant of each other. Thanks for popping by … Isadora She sat on the chaise lounge, watching the droplets of…

How can you hold Something you cannot? Like dreams and canopies Of memories she forgot

Whatever circumstances The words bleed in Her absence and laughter's The one to fill in

The memory of you Is as thorny as the red, red rose A soliloquy of melancholy Such as a withered prose