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The Summer King, O.R. Melling (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
nothing is real.
“ When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly. ”
beautifully cursed.
I haven’t posted anything on here in a while. this is a modest return, hopefully you enjoy it.
Somewhere between the promises of an abyss
and Salem’s martyrs,
lies the remnants of cigarette burns,
and trash-flavored place mats.
Somewhere separate lies
leave facial tears within separate lives,
While harbored tempers try to shake
the stained sheets away from our bedroom floors
and sing their stale hymns a little louder.
Simply left disappointed by
the bleached hopes of romance,
Leave me by heaven’s hollows
where the notes of my dreamcatcher’s song
can be heard,
better still through all the bottled up gutters.
only then,
With several deep breaths,
i’ll drown my heart to the very last beat
and only part with mind, body, and soul,
a perfect union against
the burns and bruises
we come to share.
why is everything complicated?
why am i so torn?
why can’t i find someone for me?
how will this summer be different?
how can i make myself change?
how will i ever look in your eyes again?
i’ve written off so many people, i hope its for the best.
