ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
i laugh and i say "ha"
and i know that no boy is meant to fall in love with me
i may fall in love
with boys
and moments and songs and paintings
but it shall never be returned to me
what is love anyway?
that is what every great poet
has ever asked
in some silly way
and i ask
what is love?
i know my mother loves me
in how she sends me care-packages while i'm away
and she remembered to pack my favorite book
without asking
i know my father loves me
in how he sends me photos of sunsets that he knows
i would enjoy most
and that i would rush outside
just to photograph
i know my best friend loves me
whenever i come home and we watch movies
and i yell at her
and she yells back
i'm so damn happy around her
but i've never known a boy to love me
and for it to last
one boy held me in his arms
and it felt like infinity
but i suppose some infinities
aren't quite as long
as others
and i know that no boy is meant to fall in love with me
i may fall in love
with boys
and moments and songs and paintings
but it shall never be returned to me
what is love anyway?
that is what every great poet
has ever asked
in some silly way
and i ask
what is love?
i know my mother loves me
in how she sends me care-packages while i'm away
and she remembered to pack my favorite book
without asking
i know my father loves me
in how he sends me photos of sunsets that he knows
i would enjoy most
and that i would rush outside
just to photograph
i know my best friend loves me
whenever i come home and we watch movies
and i yell at her
and she yells back
i'm so damn happy around her
but i've never known a boy to love me
and for it to last
one boy held me in his arms
and it felt like infinity
but i suppose some infinities
aren't quite as long
as others
Literature
Hate
I really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy
Literature
Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
Literature
to be a waste of grey matter with no self-esteem
forgive these
rorschach nerves &
mercury veins -
i am no tragedy boy,
but i have self-decay
down to an art.
this tar tongue only starts
marlboro conversations &
self-ignition;
i only start fires.
Suggested Collections
"throw me in the landfill
don't think about the consequences
throw me in the dirt pit
don't think about the choices that you make
throw me in the water
don't think about the splash i will create
leave me at the altar
knowing all the things you just escaped"
landfill - daughter
don't think about the consequences
throw me in the dirt pit
don't think about the choices that you make
throw me in the water
don't think about the splash i will create
leave me at the altar
knowing all the things you just escaped"
landfill - daughter
© 2012 - 2024 FrayedHeartString
Comments5
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
"one boy held me in his arms
and it felt like infinity
but i suppose some infinities
aren't quite as long
as others" =
This is lovely.
and it felt like infinity
but i suppose some infinities
aren't quite as long
as others" =
This is lovely.