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A Lover's Scorn

October 31, 2016
By ArtByA1y SILVER, Roanoke, Virginia
ArtByA1y SILVER, Roanoke, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Recovery feels like s***. It didn&#039;t feel like I was doing something good; it felt like I was giving up. It feels like having to learn how to walk all over again.&rdquo; <br /> ― Portia de Rossi


At this point, my life is turning into a game,
And I am more than ready to pass the controller to someone else.
Maybe to the heavens that everyone speaks of,
Maybe to the ground I'll be buried in.


See it's hard to see a God that's called so good when the beings he’s created are so bad.


It's hard to see a heart so pure when your own eyes are still bleeding from having your own ripped out.
I can't imagine getting so close to someone like this.
I'm too scared and I can feel myself f***ing things up so fast.
I don't want to hurt you, and I'm hurting myself every day.


Even angels have their wicked schemes and I was never an angel in the first place.
But your halo shines so bright….


I can't feel the burns anymore
The heat of hell has made even heaven’s fire too cold.


I lie in emotional purgatory.
I can feel the burn of tears just formed,
Of love so close to being expressed.
But I swallow it so quickly.
How could I let the vomit I've said so many times before taint your sweet breath?


I don't know love.
I never have.
But the fool’s gold I've felt has tainted all my attempts.


Your brown eyes are so bright
Even when you're telling me of your own demons, both inside and out.


I can't deal with my own demons. How can I ever worm my hands around yours to kill them?
Knowing me, I'd sweet talk them into me.
Maybe they can join Sufferia, Core, Ana, and Ophelia.


I can still feel Sufferia’s sweet touch.
Core’s fire is the only one I feel, not even yours can touch me.
Ana places her lips on my throat and makes me want to puke.
Ophelia hides in the shadows, silent.
I don't know if her words would be better.


I'm tired of voices,
Of words,
Of secrets,
Of promises.


I don't wanna hear myself speak.
But the minute I'm silent, other’s words fill the space I've left open.
I can't hear theirs either.


I need to hear yours.
But at the same time, I want to push you away.
I need to push you away.
I don't deserve you.
I'm no angel.
And darling, you are so close to heaven.


The author's comments:

This is one of my most recent works, besides a couple of work in progresses and Letter to Myself. 

It is inpsired by my current relationship with my boyfriend, as we both try to navigate our relationship. My relationship with him is my first relationship to last over a month and I consider it to be basically be my first "real" relationship. 


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