reincarnation.if i had to create you, i'd put your bones on the outsidereincarnation. by archaii
so i could see the words your lovers have carved into them:
"this is us, lost somewhere between original sin and depravity."
"this is me learning from my mistakes."
"this is my wonderland."
you turn affection into whispers,
like it could be lost on the breeze,
like no-one else is allowed to hear,
the words tumbling softly one after the other;
they're just a breath away from silence,
just a heartbreak away from death,
and yet, they are a screeching train wreck to my ears,
a symphony of crushed corpses and jutting metal edges-
a catastrophe worthy of a moment of silence,
a cry, in desperation, "love is a spectator sport".
those words still me,
they bind my feet to the earth like relentless gravity,
and they stand as a firing squad ready to shoot me for trying too hard.
if you kept a diary, i'd let it turn to dust in my hands,
so you can't keep track of the lies you tell yourself:
"self-destruction leads to self-creation."