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I don't want to hear the truth.
You heard me. I don't want
to know what you really
think of me.
I don't want to hear
the stinging words flying
from your spittle-laced tongue;
nor do I want to feel
the honesty of them.
So instead, lie to me.
Lie and tell me
I am worth it--
that I make you
a better person.
Lie and tell me
you want me to stay,
that you don't really
wish to never see my face
again.
Lie and reassure me
that what I did is okay--
that it didn't completely
unravel us;
that it never broke your
fine-China heart.
Hold me as we become
enfolded in the facade--
the promise--
of what can never be.
None of it would be true,
but it would keep me by your side.
So please, I beg of you,
forget your morals
your nobility
your honest upbringing
your conscience
and just...
lie to me.
You heard me. I don't want
to know what you really
think of me.
I don't want to hear
the stinging words flying
from your spittle-laced tongue;
nor do I want to feel
the honesty of them.
So instead, lie to me.
Lie and tell me
I am worth it--
that I make you
a better person.
Lie and tell me
you want me to stay,
that you don't really
wish to never see my face
again.
Lie and reassure me
that what I did is okay--
that it didn't completely
unravel us;
that it never broke your
fine-China heart.
Hold me as we become
enfolded in the facade--
the promise--
of what can never be.
None of it would be true,
but it would keep me by your side.
So please, I beg of you,
forget your morals
your nobility
your honest upbringing
your conscience
and just...
lie to me.
Literature
Reorient
I don't need to self-abandon To chase some dream of peace with you. You will find your peace At your own pace, or not. I will never know peace, Unless I stop running And sit here, alone, with me.
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reflective
One minute you will stand watching prior moments drift past your fingertips on kite strings. You will think, I could not have known such things would fly away. You will think, I was happier tied to such fragments of time. You will think, My heart sang for lack of knowledge. My heart leapt for ignorance. Witness now--the mouth of a tunnel, think then on the other end. Close your eyes and fall backward, into the shoes of former selves, envying their blindness to this present. Linger. Then lean back into reality-- your future shouldn't need to wander forward alone.
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bright orange pieces
The darkness of evening kindles a half-light in me. A sense of calm and sadness and utter change. I will see it later in my dreams as a burnt log breaking into bright orange pieces over dying embers. By morning I will not remember it the same way, but might suddenly recall how it felt to be in love. I would be glad to know what my heart can still do after all this time.
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ive never related to something so well in my whole damn life