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"sometimes i wonder, you know."
"what?"
"i guess if you really cared."
"i didn't know you."
"i think you did, to an extent. or you could've stuck around to learn at least."
"but you were never honest."
"i told you i that i would open up to you."
"but you don't. you never did. even if i had asked you to i would've had to push for it. to see the you underneath."
"then why didn't you?"
"i got tired of pushing."
"you got tired of me."
"i got tired of pushing."
"so you gave up on me. bottom line, you didn't want me."
"yeah."
"that's kinda piss poor, dontcha think?"
"what?"
"i gave you everything i had. everything you asked of me. selflessly, i poured all my effort and care into no one but you because you needed it desperately and what you gave me was like a hotel room - i enjoyed myself until you made me leave."
"i gave you things."
"you gave me care and kindness but you also gave me half a person because you were always craving intimacy. i wasn't there so you went crazy."
"so you admit it."
"what?"
"i cared."
"yeah, well. i put my dog down because i cared, too."
"what?"
"i guess if you really cared."
"i didn't know you."
"i think you did, to an extent. or you could've stuck around to learn at least."
"but you were never honest."
"i told you i that i would open up to you."
"but you don't. you never did. even if i had asked you to i would've had to push for it. to see the you underneath."
"then why didn't you?"
"i got tired of pushing."
"you got tired of me."
"i got tired of pushing."
"so you gave up on me. bottom line, you didn't want me."
"yeah."
"that's kinda piss poor, dontcha think?"
"what?"
"i gave you everything i had. everything you asked of me. selflessly, i poured all my effort and care into no one but you because you needed it desperately and what you gave me was like a hotel room - i enjoyed myself until you made me leave."
"i gave you things."
"you gave me care and kindness but you also gave me half a person because you were always craving intimacy. i wasn't there so you went crazy."
"so you admit it."
"what?"
"i cared."
"yeah, well. i put my dog down because i cared, too."
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words are always underdressed
my mother tells me i am too deep for myself.
i sit with blankets wrapped around
my shoulders and i tell her
of how amazing it is to be able to speak -
how i can communicate endlessly
in a bottomless sort of forever.
she looks at me
and i can’t read it. i am told
that my soul has lived for centuries,
has seen ten thousand lives -
but it is encrypted within my ribs,
protected from my eyes.
and i can’t read it.
i tell my mother i get so very bored
and she says this is what life is. i quiet,
quietly, whisper to the window
that there must be something out there to take away
my mind from all of this mundane
nothingness.
my mot
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A Poem of No One
he tells me
fix it -
i say it has a face
swamps running down in each of its eyes
weeds in its teeth
with needles for veins
it has a pulse like the tide, rolling in its ears
it snaps the necks of daisies and wonders if there’s an easier way to leave a field
it wants to know why god is everywhere but why there’s only one
angel sitting next to it in english - i say, and
it pours in a cup of its soul until the end isn't bitter
loses its heart with its keys and holds itself out in its hands
until love isn't dead-stiff anymore
it listens to clocks rattle like a box of bones
and notices that it sounds like its heart in the night.
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dear depression,
(master of the umbra)
i hate you.
broken whispers, lonely promises,
you are the worst of lovers, owning all, but
never seeming to be satisfied
even with your name branded scarlet into my wrists.
i am no longer the golden songbird as when you first met me,
but yet
you still hang onto me
your claws
raking across my heart like
my pen ripping across the bloodstained page, like
lightning across the skies, (vengeance
raining down from the gods i used to believe in)
"don't let them catch you,"
you breathed into my ears.
an ounce of life, in exchange for a cloak of darkness (i thought i'd only stay one night)
the fog was sluggish and deep.
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dialogue from a conversation i had in my head because you weren't there. you're never there anymore. you're never here.
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wow, i think this needs a DD lol it's a harsh but powerful conversation.