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Shivering, I hear your
hurtful words
Unknowingly to you,
they tear me up
inside
As I watch the exhalation of
my cigarette smoke curl
Toward the ceiling
I hear the rejection,
churning a whirlwind of
sorrow in my
heart
You mean everything
to me
You are my rock,
my armour
My very soul
Is ripped in two.
You control the brunt
of my emotions
and my heart,
is you.
hurtful words
Unknowingly to you,
they tear me up
inside
As I watch the exhalation of
my cigarette smoke curl
Toward the ceiling
I hear the rejection,
churning a whirlwind of
sorrow in my
heart
You mean everything
to me
You are my rock,
my armour
My very soul
Is ripped in two.
You control the brunt
of my emotions
and my heart,
is you.
Literature
You're The...
You're the sugar
To my ice cream.
You're the blue
To my sky.
You're the bud
To my flower.
You're the ink
To my pen.
You're the paper
To my book.
You're the...
Wait.
Did I say all that?
I meant to say:
You're the poison
To my apple.
Literature
I Said Goodbye Tonight.
No tears reached my eyes..
I whispered I love you in my sleep-
I cried enough to drown myself;
I couldn't breathe for a few mere seconds..
It feels like my fucking heart was ripped out.
I feel numb now-
Thinking of stabbing myself;
Craving to see my bright blood spill out.
It's what I deserve,
Is it not?
Sometimes I randomly laugh,
Thinking of past conversations we had-
Thinking of future ones we could've had.
To bad-
You don't love me anymore,
Don't want me anymore...
You pushed me away..
In a matter of two days-
We fell apart.
Sure;
We never actually met-
Never truely touched,
But I still love you.
I always will-
Eve
Literature
Now that you're with her
It used to be
that every time you would walk by,
each time I noticed you online,
the butterflies would go crazy.
My face would turn bright red.
And as you passed me in the hall,
a smile would cover my face.
Now that you're with her,
every time I see you,
a little more my heart does break.
Instead of wondering how you feel,
I am reminded that I am simply not good enough.
And my stomach gets tied in knots.
I miss how it used to be;
I miss you.
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Piece I wrote this morning, in haste. Theme is pretty obvious...enjoy.
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oh my,
writting about rejection always startles the reader :C though it is nicely written.
writting about rejection always startles the reader :C though it is nicely written.