When I held you, and when I found you, I was in Plato's complete. That was when I was the most alive, because before me there unveiled the most beautiful amongst the falling petals whispering secrets, and I found you, and I was complete. You were always hiding from me, and sometimes I hid from you.
I spilled coffee on the sidewalk and thought of you, the way the morning would never end while you talked. but now i must turn my head as i walk by, for it seems that even your non-chalant ghosts will shun me. this is the breaking point, a breaking point, place your hand deep and find the breaking point of skin. you broke my will and tore apart of who i am, and now this little boy wonders, wondering why i took my life on this kitchen floor, and i told him it's a consolidation of my heart. and i'll leave him this, just an empty letter for him to stay, a space to write my story, for i am innocent no more. and all the butterflies cry, and all the butterflies cry, when angels deserve to die
The Stilleto Formal. Thursday. Veda. The kind that screams of what should have been
Dead Poet's Society. Good Will Hunting. Finding Neverland. Braveheart. Gladiator. Boondock Saints
FRIENDS
Dean Koontz. The Dresden Files. R.A. Salvatore. Terry Brooks. David Gemmel. James Clemens. The Perks of Being a Wallflower "the only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility."
"You know, I don't believe I should even be here, and yet it makes sense when the glass shatters and the broken shards line up to form a makeshift heart, a love that partakes in all our wrists."