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i. i want to make your heart
bleed and laugh and cry and
smile and feel instead of just
yawning from lack of love, but
i'm afraid being around you
makes me too empty to do so.
ii. i'm sorry. it hurts
too much to explain.
iii. go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up.
except you weren't. you lied, and you left.
and i'm afraid to go back to sleep because i didn't even get to say goodbye.
iv. i think i'll be
like the city of
atlantis and pull
a disappearing act
out of your life.
bleed and laugh and cry and
smile and feel instead of just
yawning from lack of love, but
i'm afraid being around you
makes me too empty to do so.
ii. i'm sorry. it hurts
too much to explain.
iii. go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up.
except you weren't. you lied, and you left.
and i'm afraid to go back to sleep because i didn't even get to say goodbye.
iv. i think i'll be
like the city of
atlantis and pull
a disappearing act
out of your life.
Literature
sunday thoughts
you are glowbracelets
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
Literature
opposite's day - collab.
i. today i ignored the dismal beating
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blu
Literature
living in your lies
dear girl
its like you dont even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, its almost as if you have no idea who theyre speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. its to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you dont even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hairs a mess and your clothes dont match, but at least you can keep pretending that youre not uncomfortable in your own skin. youve become a stranger and it scares you since youve always been most afraid of the things you don
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sort of not happy with it.
sort of not happy with it.
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