Gothicangel93

  Take me to a concert and let me get lost in the music, As the crowd sings together, and we become united as one. Full hearts beating to the same drum. Sing along with me and feel the electricity connecting our heartbeats. That moment is ours, as we belt out each lyric at the top of our lungs. That infinite feeling is ours. Do you feel it? Do you feel your heart floating high above your head, Each valve pumping elation? Or do you feel heavy with emotion? Take my hand, Let me take you to a concert. We shall ride each sound wave together, And as it moves from one place to another, It will take us higher and higher.

You were shooting words like bombs, At my cracked walls, And I had no other defense system up.

Each and every crease and crevice of my skin has deepen into cracks I'm now made up of a million small fragments. Fragments I'm struggling to keep together And not let fall apart. You have made me feel so small, I'm barely a person anymore. Soon my moisture will evaporate And my fragments will fall. And all that will be left is a skeleton on the floor.

I had fallen in love with: Your soft fingertips against my cheeks, The light pressure of your parted lips against mine. And the sound waves of your voice as it traveled within cable wires hung loosely against a starry black sky. I had fallen in love with: The deep pools of brown within your eyes and the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't looking. I had fallen in love with everything, that was you. I had even... Fallen for the pieces of you that were, broken and scattered throughout the past and present. Fallen for the scarred tissue that was your heart, rough, fibrous and striated but healing. I had, fallen for a fighter

It overflows my lower eyelids falling onto the olive-green coloured sheets, intensifying the colour, just as you hang up. The phone now dead. Leaving me like a frame of bones, to frail to withstand the constant, trusting of your waves. The density is low. I am shaking. Your phrases hiss like the sting of a serpent, Beneath my feet. Like cold metal, slicing the surface where it touches. And I'm left again drowning in the liquid, of our past, and present.