RenataLarzelere

I fell in love with a painting: porcelain skin, sharp angles, battered face. I created a constellation in your name, but stars are a constant reminder of the past; and not all the debris in the world could make a forgotten wish come true. I wanted to be a painter, but I couldn’t capture the last rays of embers before they blinked out of existence. Sometimes I count stars, on a cloudy night, and I glimpse the freckles on your shoulders, and the birthmark on your knee. I watch Disney movies because I like to imagine you as the little boy on the moon reeling in the gentle joys of life You’re a dying star on its last breath, blind

Human nature is selfish We take without regret Without a sense of remorse Without an insight of our actions You can't take if no one is giving There's no love if no one gives you their heart I'm stuck in the middle of this adolescent fight I'm a giver not a taker But I'll take the glimpses that you give me. I'll eat up your lies Lies are something Something is better than nothing.

My love for you is true Despite your outward hatred and your lies There are only a few That would hold onto our ties My love for you is strong Like the force of an eruption I feel like we belong Neglecting your corruption There's nothing wrong with this reality The strength of my love will bring us through A relationship based on heterosexuality But you went askew Your faithful fabrication Of your love towards me Our boundless salvation Barely hanging free The fate between us dies And we face our demise

Scaffolding made of burning memories and broken truths A false sense of pretense feeding into your lies Charred memories of our shattered youths Hidden behind in a world of disguise Emotions locked away deep down inside Where it will vanish, and it will not grow A broken emotion hindered and untied Left alone to fuse the fire that started the show A broken reflection behind the mirror Embraces the fear beneath the hidden pain Darkness tinged the glass, the blackness coming nearer Neglect pulsates throughout my sobbing vein And yet the last cry was not of sorrow But of fantasies on dreams I borrowed.

I tried to put pen to paper Or fingers to keys And I tried to write my emotions But I couldn't, because I don't know how to tell the world What I feel like When I don't even know I'm awkward with words Of condolences And confronting those with, Tear-stained faces, Or people littered with scars on their arms How do you convince someone? Who's so convinced that, They don't need help? I want to tell them I've been there I'm sorry I want to lie and tell them That everything will be alright That they matter, That the world spins for them But I know differently It's science and math The world spins, because Of some never-