I thought that you liked me broken, wrecked beyond repair. After all, you were the one who made me memorize the mazes of back alleys and force feed me nightmares of days where clouds are still far off. Were you searching for an accomplice in the difficult task of successfully sabotaging a future of normalcy? A future that I had every right to maintain; but foolishly, I believed your embellished tales of storms exquisite in the peak of their destruction. Sights so breathtaking in their carnage that it makes the plummet back down to the ash fault almost worthwhile.
But concrete shatters bones and while caught up in the whirlwind of your chaos, I forgot to mend the damage; scarring the foundation of my being. Still, I cannot say I regret hovering above rough seas with your presence beside me. Though the currents pulled my limbs apart and slammed me against stones whose blunted points bruised organs essential for my safe return, the waves were the one thing we shared.
And so my corpse drifted atop the tides and my blood dispersed, mingling with the foam that crept its way back to the shore. The luster that used to emit from my pores had been bleached from my skin after the adventures I stole. I forged my way through days when sand clogged my ears and sea salt stung my vision, all because of my obsession with you and your mistakes.
I still find the cracks in your complexion ethereal in its beauty.
I thought that you liked me broken, wrecked beyond repair. After all, you were the one who made me memorize the mazes of back alleys and force feed me nightmares of days where clouds are still far off. Were you searching for an accomplice in the difficult task of successfully sabotaging a future of normalcy? A future that I had every right to maintain; but foolishly, I believed your embellished tales of storms exquisite in the peak of their destruction. Sights so breathtaking in their carnage that it makes the plummet back down to the ash fault almost worthwhile.
But concrete shatters bones and while caught up in the whirlwind of your chaos, I forgot to mend the damage; scarring the foundation of my being. Still, I cannot say I regret hovering above rough seas with your presence beside me. Though the currents pulled my limbs apart and slammed me against stones whose blunted points bruised organs essential for my safe return, the waves were the one thing we shared.
And so my corpse drifted atop the tides and my blood dispersed, mingling with the foam that crept its way back to the shore. The luster that used to emit from my pores had been bleached from my skin after the adventures I stole. I forged my way through days when sand clogged my ears and sea salt stung my vision, all because of my obsession with you and your mistakes.
I still find the cracks in your complexion ethereal in its beauty.
