To LoveYou are cursed.The stabbing pain that comes with parting and the countless years of bleeding wondering what you could have done. Bearing the sting of rejection, the ache of failure. You wither away in silence except in the lonely nights you cry his name even in your sleep. Your bed becomes an empty coffin for you to return to, day after day, where it is as cold and lonely as your heart. The places you go and the memories you see, and the knowledge that they are not beside you to remember as well.He talks. Simple conversations of daily happenings, of work, of friends, and family. He laughs and you smile, sad that it isn't because of you but happy that he still can. You want to beg, you want to cry, you want to fall into his arms, and just say sorry. But it's too late for sorry.You party to numb this pain but it only roars back when you take even a second to think. You see him through the crowd but you know it isn't him; He never liked to dance except when he was alone with
HurtI'm not as strong as you are.I can't forget.I can't turn away like you can.I can't simply wish you "good luck"and walk away.What if you saw?I, covered in bruises and scars,cuts and scrapes,salt-trails on my cheeks,screaming your name,calling for helpwith a voice broken and corroded,reaching for youwith hands battered and bruised?Would you care?If you did not,there's hardly a reason to be here.
SeraphielFell to mefrom the blue abovewith harsh wordsand a cold heartCame to youfrom the land of the eastwith hard handsand eyes of stoneAngel, angelmy beautiful angel,guardian,and loverI will wait foreverto see a single smileWait only a momentto be by your side
SmilePlease, for me.I cry when you have no reason to.It means I have failed in being the reasonyou used to.I know you want to cry when you can't.Please, for me.