'I *love you',
'I *love you more',
'No I'm pretty sure I *love you more',
Naww, I *love you more'.
*hurt
Stood on the beachhead,
I stare out upon the endless ocean,
I stare out upon the endless ocean,
She looks the other way, to rolling green hills, glazed with the sun.
I see the thunderclouds gather upon the horizon, every tiny atom
dragging one-another together. Each tiny
splinter in the sky, builds upon one-another to become a
titan, ready to step out the sunlight we thought so unbreakable.
Once.
I go to tell you of the threat, open my mouth and begin to speak.
But the words, they trip and stumble as they try to clamber from my throat.
Can't bring myself to utter those words,
Because i know you can't bear to hear them.
It draws closer, faster, greater than ever before,
until finally it begins to engulf the beach.
I feel it rush over me, through me,
this ordeal is born from my mind but it can't be stopped,
it must come, to wash us away.
To destroy the wrong so that the right may come anew.
I try to shield you from it's wrath,
look to my right, but you are taken. Swept up.
I hear you scream at me,
as a blade is dragged through my chest by the jagged waves.
I black out.
Wake, slowly, a splitting pain behind my ribcage.
Finally I turn around.
I see the remnants of the tree we enjoyed,
the pages of the books you read,
the tattered mattress on which we slept,
a wasteland where a paradise once was.
I will miss that paradise, and I will cherish the time I was blessed with it.
But this wasteland is where I belong.
I pray that the sea has set you down upon new land,
where you can create a paradise of your own,
and bring another into it one day soon.
Wise ones always tell you to follow your heart.
But what, what happens when your heart leads you to a place of rage and sorrow for the pain you have sown?
I see the thunderclouds gather upon the horizon, every tiny atom
dragging one-another together. Each tiny
splinter in the sky, builds upon one-another to become a
titan, ready to step out the sunlight we thought so unbreakable.
Once.
I go to tell you of the threat, open my mouth and begin to speak.
But the words, they trip and stumble as they try to clamber from my throat.
Can't bring myself to utter those words,
Because i know you can't bear to hear them.
It draws closer, faster, greater than ever before,
until finally it begins to engulf the beach.
I feel it rush over me, through me,
this ordeal is born from my mind but it can't be stopped,
it must come, to wash us away.
To destroy the wrong so that the right may come anew.
I try to shield you from it's wrath,
look to my right, but you are taken. Swept up.
I hear you scream at me,
as a blade is dragged through my chest by the jagged waves.
I black out.
Wake, slowly, a splitting pain behind my ribcage.
Finally I turn around.
I see the remnants of the tree we enjoyed,
the pages of the books you read,
the tattered mattress on which we slept,
a wasteland where a paradise once was.
I will miss that paradise, and I will cherish the time I was blessed with it.
But this wasteland is where I belong.
I pray that the sea has set you down upon new land,
where you can create a paradise of your own,
and bring another into it one day soon.
Wise ones always tell you to follow your heart.
But what, what happens when your heart leads you to a place of rage and sorrow for the pain you have sown?
