i would go back,

and tell him

i'm sorry

i didn't mean to

please

just don't leave me

hold me tight

and don't ever let go.

i would go back,

and wrap his arms

around me.

and smile.

Death,

I'd like to think death to be a pair of angel twins.

One light and peaceful, one dark and painful.

One whole and beautiful, shining like the stars.

One scarred and broken, dark as night

And it all depends on who their Mother chooses to send.

Life,

What kind of death you will encounter,

depends on your life,

how you lived.

Was it full of Evil and Violence?

Did the devil on your shoulder deafen you?

His whispers and murmurings in your ears,

almost soothing,

but so hypnotising

Or was it Goodness and Love?

Did the angel on your shoulder protect you,

from the darkness threathening to swallow you?

Her wings covering you in a protective, warm embrace?

“I’ve always wanted to tell you...” I hesitated.

He looked up from his phone at me and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “Yes?”

“Iknowyouareprobablygoingtohatemeforthisbut——”

“Woah, easy, tiger. Slow down, sweetheart. I know I’m beautiful but you really don’t have to be so anxious,” He half-smirked, half-said.

“Fine,” I sighed and took a deep breath.

“Yourzipperisn’tzippedI’msorrynowpleasedon’thatemeIdon’tlikeyouactuallyitsjustthatIfeel

superbadforyousincethismorningamojgotherthingsokbye.”

And I ran.

Loving you,

was like trying,

and trying,

and trying,

to light a match,

in a goddamn rainstorm.

Circumstances wouldn't allow it,

because

you pushed me away.

And slowly,

I started to fade away.

The potential of our love,

the passion,

the fire,

dissipated.

Vapourised,

vanished,

for good.

My attempts,

were futile.

Our lives are connected,

intertwined,

whatever happens to you,

happens to me,

it's not a choice,

its just life.

I have tattoos.

Too many.

They can't be seen.

We all get tattoos,

because we want to remember something.

For the rest of our lives.

I don't want to remember.

I want to forget.

I want to lose myself a million times.

But the tattoos around my goddamn heart,

are reminders that never seem to fade away.

you.

your lies.

the wounds they left.

the salt you poured on them.

the pain that coursed through my nerves.

the smirk on your face as you swaggered away.

this too shall pass.

This place is,

peaceful,

tranquil,

dead silent.

This place is,

brimming,

with people.

In this place,

lives the girl I buried,

in my chest.

This place is my heart.