A heart on a platter
(When it’s dropped. Does it splatter?)
so surely to flatter
(This broken heart. Does it matter?)
Perpetually perplexed
is this persistent per se
define undesired as undefined desire
is as the meaning as is the pact
it is surely a fact that
opposites attract.
A phantom memory,
this phantasmagoria
there is;
nothing like reaching as
the limbs of the petrified.
As for the quest-ion,
the constantly fleeting
who knows? Grasping
with no bounds; asking
for philanthropy is only
what misanthropy is for.
Until we see the truth in suffering
we cannot see the truth in love
and until we see love is not suffering
we will continue to suffer in our beds
clutching out pillows, wishing we could feel
something that was created by the narcissist
(Source: keeperofthestars)
(Source: keeperofthestars)
(Source: bitchassbidness, via -circa)
(via satanlovesusall)
(via suspendingdisbelief)
(Source: femaleboner, via -circa)
