My Homeless Heart.

Looking into your mysterious, kaleidoscope eyes, my soul becomes as empty as a beating drum, his face travelled and wondered, but it disclosed no answers like he had yet to figure out his purpose for breathing.

My collection of dead letters try to explain it to you, but each end up as chalk lines on the floor, faint memories of the words I tried to convince you to stay with, but alas they did not work.

I am the shadow's identity, and you are the superstar. I am ignored, you are the blissful ignorance. And yet you notice me, you say you love me. You hand me red ribbon to tie around my wrists, and let fall past my bruised knees, like I am your prisoner, but I am free.

A sweet sort of freedom that you have handed me, and when I stare at you, your eyes are already on my pale skin that is waiting for your delicate touch.

I then realized that the drowning I had felt, was because you had been holding me under. Drowning me, softly, slowly, begging me to hold on, for forgiveness. That he was only trying to save me, yet the risk in doing it was high.

I suppose I must forgive him for that, mustn't I? For if I am the wilted rose, then he is what is going to bring me life again.

Author's Note

idk what happened to the font the first time, hm.

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i couldnt see the writting. :/