When is love truly crushed?
Is it when the heart cords are severed never to flow again?
Or is it when the heart is pierced by a sanguine blade?
Possibly even by a few simple words.
Lies spoken by the unwise,
Evil spewed by the insolent,
And hate thrown by the regretful.
One word shines past all the despair and dread.
A shimmering light past the depths of the forgotten.
From an obvious but over looked word.
A word that could overcome all loathing, lost, and sorrow filled souls.
A forgotten virtue with few fragments still polished and cared for.
The gleaming light from the fragments of true hope.
A heart aches and groans with pains of despair.
A mind wishing for the best of happy endings.
A voice shuttering in fear.
And all is complete with eyes blind vision from the cascade of falling tears.
I sit, cry, and wait for the words of love and acceptance to welcome themselves back into my ears.
The words I have lost.
The words I have missed.
The words that I need.
The trio of words that have alluded and avoided me.
The three words I need to have the joys of happiness.
Those three magical words to let my delicate heart stop it's pain.
I love you.
We promise to be there for each other then I offer my hand, but you slap it away.
We promise to never leave each other to cry alone then I open my ears, but you
plug them up.
We promise to love each other forever and always then I open my arms, but you shove
them closed.
At some moments, none of these promises ring true.
I offer my heart only to have it shredded with the short sentence "I just wanna be
left alone".
With the sound of those words, the flood begins.
An army of tears march from my eyes, down my face, and to the ground.
They lead the march with no sign of stopping.
Even after all this, I stay to understand and love.
I
When is love truly crushed?
Is it when the heart cords are severed never to flow again?
Or is it when the heart is pierced by a sanguine blade?
Possibly even by a few simple words.
Lies spoken by the unwise,
Evil spewed by the insolent,
And hate thrown by the regretful.
One word shines past all the despair and dread.
A shimmering light past the depths of the forgotten.
From an obvious but over looked word.
A word that could overcome all loathing, lost, and sorrow filled souls.
A forgotten virtue with few fragments still polished and cared for.
The gleaming light from the fragments of true hope.
A heart aches and groans with pains of despair.
A mind wishing for the best of happy endings.
A voice shuttering in fear.
And all is complete with eyes blind vision from the cascade of falling tears.
I sit, cry, and wait for the words of love and acceptance to welcome themselves back into my ears.
The words I have lost.
The words I have missed.
The words that I need.
The trio of words that have alluded and avoided me.
The three words I need to have the joys of happiness.
Those three magical words to let my delicate heart stop it's pain.
I love you.
We promise to be there for each other then I offer my hand, but you slap it away.
We promise to never leave each other to cry alone then I open my ears, but you
plug them up.
We promise to love each other forever and always then I open my arms, but you shove
them closed.
At some moments, none of these promises ring true.
I offer my heart only to have it shredded with the short sentence "I just wanna be
left alone".
With the sound of those words, the flood begins.
An army of tears march from my eyes, down my face, and to the ground.
They lead the march with no sign of stopping.
Even after all this, I stay to understand and love.
I
She stops.She turns.She says by Sar-girl, literature
Literature
She stops.She turns.She says
She stops.
She turns.
She says turn off the goddamned lights.
As if they could cause her downfall,
and not the fatal flaw of methamphetamine.
She turns,
She stops.
She say.
Turn off the goddamned lights.
As though it could kill her,
and one day it might.
She turns
She says
Turn off
The goddamned lights.
What did the voices say?
Are you alright Shea!?
Shea?
What do you see?
What are they telling you to be?!
Can YOU hear me!
You're gonna be okay!
Stay...
STAY
Can you hear me, Shea?
My name is Jason Martin and I am a brony. I have done writing, drawing, and recently photography. I'm 16 and do my best on any project. I apologize for this short amount of description, but I am not the best at explaining anything.