My pain has always been prettier on paper... The way my tears land and make the ink bleed through the faded blue lines... The way my frustration smears the page into blurs of illegible letters and marbled designs... The way my notebook's corners are curled during the hours of countless sighs... And the way my fingers twist my misery... So that it's prettier than what's inside.
Tag: Pain
Consonants
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you effortlessly between your eyes and every vowel punches you remorselessly in the face. But the consonants... They can just tear straight through your flesh...
Reality
That painful reality doesn't want to coexist with reason... So disbelief disguises truth with doubt and confusion...
Taste
You let your tears
patter gently
onto my face like rain…
And then I could
taste the saltiness
of all your sorrow
and your pain.
Anonymously Hal 