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Im begging you, break me so I can bear to let you go
Break me again, show me your sins. Reveal to me your insides Everything I denied before, And I'll accept you for who you really are, I won't Keep this fantasy any longer.
Make me regret it all, or Else, I might never
And I'll be stuck Groaning lamentations in these walls Apologizing to my reflection, who stares back in disdain Impelled to wrap her hands around my Neck, finally ending this all.
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Heartbreak draws me back to the pen.
Heartbreak draws me back to the pen again. To the scribbles I made when first attached. idly by I trace them with no clear end, with tired eyes that see by a lit match.
I look weakly onto a distant light Unclear how so, but its ever burning. Sadly, my exhaustion seldom subverts the steps I take, my soul remains yearning
What for? For that the love I give is mated That the dove I send gets sent back to me, wrapped in kisses, on foot a note stated, that I deserve devotion seen in dreams.
The inks end found — yet my hand still remains, lest hope departs the page with all its pains.
Compliments
I hate compliments I hate how the honeyed words fall from saccharine lips I hate how they're directed at the soul I deem least worthy Myself Their breath squandered on a hollow vessel such as I A person who can never be good despite their tries One who is never satisfied. Insatiable Constantly ripping her flesh apart to rebuild it, Rebuild it in a way that fulfills her own desires That makes her happy, for all but a fleeting moment. Its sad How kindness tastes acrid on my own tongue Words curdled and rotten as they're spoken And painful when they echo back And yet? I recoil at the sting of a kind word Yet rejoice at the pain of the blades upon my wrist I'm killed by kindness while rage cradles me in it's arms Because I'm am unworthy Unfit for the honeyed words that they spill Because I hate compliments.
Sincerely, Serpaph
