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Give me a reason to hate you,
'Cause lovin' you's breaking my heart.
Teach me how to forget you,
And tear my world apart.
Show me how to let you go,
And show me how to live.
Show me someone else's love.
Just teach me to forgive.
Cast away my broken heart,
You never saw it beat.
Tear it into pieces,
Watch me crying in defeat.
Prance away your happy self,
And never know my love.
But as you leave, I'll watch you go.
I'll never have enough.
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whale song
it’s quarter after midnight.
above, blocking needlepoint patches of stars,
a whale swims across the sky.
she does not belong there.
held up by fog instead of ocean,
she inhales deeply the thin, cold air,
and hopes for the best.
i wish i had lungs
that could hold fresh air for half an hour.
blankets of fat wrapped warm
around the muscles of my body,
voice slow and soft,
heart strong enough to pump blood for miles.
you are my ocean
& i am not a whale.
i only wish
i’d brought a stronger boat.
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Embrace
I'm so cold Will you warm me with your embrace Being alone for so long My body has become cold Dreaming of the day I could know the warmth of another Someone who could warm me up Mind, body, and soul Filling up my heart with their warm touch Keeping my heart shielded from the snow I long for companionship 11/12/23
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Afterthoughts
i remember this place the words that i wove the feelings i scrawled up and down the walls begging to be heard fits of tortured agony broken by the occasional flash of mirth i remember this place because it never really left me still do i scrawl and kick and writhe though i know now myself just a little better; i know now that this pain is real i look over my old scribbles; many i find half-baked, embarrassing rants i've aged out of some stab at me like daggers for they remain sharp i collect them for my archive; the rants, the tortured paragraphs, the immature lashings out and the un-deft allegories all i gather the chaos, the erratic verse, and put it away in a tidy little box perhaps someday i shall revisit this and wince
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Written late April... about a girl who will never be mine.
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Love is always overlooked or dismissed most by those we wish to give it to..