I am an orphan
but I carry more of you with me
than you’ll ever know
I am the composite of
parts of you
like a puzzle
from two different boxes
that somehow fit together
with holes here and there
but some scenes matching perfectly
You enter my mind at the strangest times
in dates and songs
and memories that are so few
that they are tiny altars in my mind
I am Jenga
standing tall
with so many parts missing
that I sway one way
and then the next
but what I am
is of you
and I carry you with me always.
In a world void of feeling or heart I know that we are the torches in the dark.
Coldeternal- -xWBCx -Militant Straightedge-
♫-Literate-Published -Educated - MudBlood-Socialist -Teacher- 7 years free of self harm- Unrepentant-Survivor-
I'm not a teenager but I play one in my head.
- Screw you, I'm from TX♫
I love sellouts, liars and fakes, I want to ride their self pity steam train straight into the closest brick wall. Please tell me a sob story, call me your hero, tell me you love me then sell out your soul to suck the dick of popularity. It's what I live for, really.
Christopher, Я о тебе не забыла
Buy Me On Amazon: Essays on Music, sXe, Labor
October 24, 2012
10:48 am
Orphan

