Raise your forks
The body was more or less untouched, the only trace of violence was the bruises around their neck. I caused those bruises, and I'm okay with that. At first, I placed their body in an arm chair, where they laze about as if their were alive albeit tired.
I honestly just threw them on the chair because I didn't know what else to do. I had never taken another persons life until then, and I was calm but still naive, unaware of how to dispose of a corpse.
While I was fucking around, avoiding responsibility, and I became hungry. I left my cold guest sitting at the kitchen table while I made my way to the fridge.
I didn't have much. I didn't want borderline spoiled milk with stale cereal, nor did I feel like boiling pasta while a cadaver watched me.
The fridge closed and I got an idea. I had spices in the cabinet, a saw in the garage and a large source of meat with no purpose sitting at my table.
I had gotten an idea to solve both my problems. I has able to eat and solve everything.
beneath the leaves and fire
It was under the leaves. Buried underneath the gold and brown, I could no longer see it but I knew it was under there, and no longer breathing.
The smell of burning leaves was awful. It made my eyes water and bile was the primary taste in my mouth. I don't know, actually, if that was because of the leaves or who was burning under them.
free falling
Love is like the wind
Free-falling and billowing around us
Hold on tight to me as we see the view from halfway down
The setting sun painting us in gold
Love is like the bright lights on the ground
Closer to us by the second
Love is letting go of this life
Right now it is warm, but it will soon turn cold
bonfire
Everyone is dying and burning and there's nothing I can do
I'm not being cynical right now, this is pure fact
The world is on fire so I'll roast a marshmallow
Have s'mores with the people who aren't burnt corpses
If it's fucked, what can we do? Screwed is screwed.
Let's dance around the fire, tell stories and have fun
Until it decides to consume us
To Hopeless Romantics, I’m sorry
Hopeless romantics will always stay that way in real life
Life is not a romcom or fairytale
The perfect relationship with no bumps or falls
I hate to break it to you, but they'll always fail
It's okay to dream and yearn
But don't drag others into that fantasy
Because no one can act the exact way you want them to
And trying to force that will end in travesty
Be real, you're not asleep when you walk the Earth
Think your actions through, because everyone needs to think
You can have hope in romance but remember it takes more than one
You can get your relationships but don't let it easily sink
endless skies
I smiled instead of frowned. This song playing wasn't upbeat per say, in fact, it was kind of menacing. But the wind whistling through the windows went well with the tone.
Instead of mourning the time we no longer had, I cherished the times we spent together.
You crossed my mind as I drove along the deserted road because this was a song I could see playing in the background while we were together. I don't know if we were good for anyone in those moments, and I don't know if we're better now.
But with the windows down and the endless roads, I have time to think.
you can’t always overcome
Monsters are necessary to fight to the end. What might they look like? Big sharp teeth, skin matted with blood, towering over you.
But I have a more permanent monster looming over me. Every time I hang out with friends, or leaving the house to get groceries. Just looking in the mirror everyday I see it behind me, in my eyes and in myself.
I can't slay this monster. I simple coexist with it.
whatever
Forgiveness can be given or earned. But the pain you caused can't be taken away so simple.
I want you to beg and weep, but I won't ask for that. I'm not trying to be the bigger person, I'm just too fucking tired.
If you regret it why'd you do it in the first place. You weren't thinking? Your emotions got the best of you? I misunderstood, and overreacted?
Okay. What else do you want me to say.
"Okay."
Co(dependency)
I don't ask you about the scars on your skin, and you don't ask me about the blood under my nails.
Without me there to soothe the pain you get from your wounds you cry and shutdown. Without you here to clean the red from my hands I scream and punch the wall.
(Symbiotic. Parasitic. Mutualistic. Either way, it takes two.)
I crawled up from the dirt and you grabbed my hand to pull me out. You fell from the sky and I caught you in my arms to soften the fall.
(Live or die, but our fingers are intertwined).