A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction

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The Light From Frozen Graves

“But I just want to stop feeling.”

“As far as I can tell, there’s only one way to stop feeling and that’s to die.”

“That seems a bit drastic.”

“It is drastic. Perhaps the most drastic thing there is. There are other ways to kill feelings, like drinking a lot or working hard, constantly, pushing those around you as far away as possible until there’s no way for you to reach out to them but ultimately, the only way to completely stop feeling, forever, is to die.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Good. You’ll be a better person for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that the most interesting, amazing people I’ve ever met, the ones who influenced and shaped the universe itself, are the ones that felt too much but lived through it.”

“That sounds hard.”

“It is. It involves living.”

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The Correct And Proper Way To Feel

“Is this how I’m supposed to feel now?”

“I don’t know, I’ll check the manual.”

“And?”

“It says that you’re feeling the right way.”

“What way is that?”

“It says that there is no right way to feel but, right now, after something like this happens, you do need to feel however you’re feeling and that feeling this way, however you’re feeling, is healthy.”

“That doesn’t sound very scientific.”

“It has nothing to do with science.”

“Does it say anything else?”

“It says you’ll break something if you beat yourself up for the way you feel and that you won’t be able to feel differently until you’ve finished this feeling.”

“Ok. How long will it take?”

“I don’t know. How do you feel?”

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You can try being broken and you can try forgetting. All I know is I am no longer broken about the things I have forgotten.

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No gods or devils. No angels or demons. No group of people controlling the world. Not the greatest person to ever live. Not the worst. Just people. Just a person. Just like you and me.

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Please words. I need you now (the and and you two especially). I need you to tell the truth. To say things as they are. Don’t be words that I say too fast, words that I have to defend. Please don’t listen to me when I tell you to do the wrong things, be the words you were meant to be. Be honour and fire place and cellar door. Be slow and sunrise and sunset. Be a phrase “I know they come again.” No words more than needed, just enough to say what I mean and mean what I say. Please words. Work.

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