A Scale of Sorts

The weight in the words we've said would reduce diamonds to dust

Stone to sand

A representation of trust

Something built to be crushed

I am fucked

I am everything repulsive, all at once

A decomposing corpse

A hopeless romantic of sorts

Hopelessly confined to this cell

Would you release me from this hell

If it appeased you of your guilt?

We are cut from separate quilts

Your mother's milk contained various pesticides that would form your imperfections

You are not imported silk
You are special in the sense of special needs

The belief that I am capable of growth in your absence

I no longer need you to water these seeds

Reviews

[Nirvana]

This is what heartbreak is all about. I love how you started this off somewhat as a sympathy piece (you're fucked, you're broken, you're forgotten to the wind) but it shifts midway. Now you're standing up, you're looking down upon your destroyer with a breath of disdain, but a new breath nonetheless. F**k the sympathy, your eyes are open and the clouds are slowly leaving your mind. The sun is coming, keep letting the beauty flow and grow!

[richy]

dude fuckkkkkk yes your mother's milk... specialin the sense... this is your best piece. Keep going please.