She shivers and delivers misty breaths as she cries and tears ride down her cheeks, onto her chest. He stammers and hammers his fists into the ground with bloody sounds as he thinks over his mistakes. They dream and seem to be okay on the outside when their insides are wilting away silently incomplete.
A baby cries as another dies, knowing the heart beat will not depart from those who heard it. What have we lost while thinking what we thought about the ideas we sought with eyes wide shut? It's coming together and falling apart and I know we'll weather fresh starts with brave endings once again.
That boy met that girl with wet eyes and he tried to dry them with scarred, shaky hands. She took his mistakes and opened the gates to the man she saw when no-one else was looking. Happy they walked while loving they talked away fears that once plagued their minds, clear, now free again.
Where will we go when we know the way to be okay as we journey side by side. Rain showers will fall and empower the spirits within as our words umbrella our hands together, once again. Stubborn feelings, these buildings I lease, a bitter tease to be near that one person you love blindly.
Let these words rapture and capture the verses blank, inside our army tank body, steel skin and bones. One day it will be gone, all the songs we sang to find the place we both belong. Our restless souls stir and memories blur as time passes and the masses fly tattered flags, weather beaten.
The lines could roll and never grow old and never repeat as we slowly walk into defeat and remember the times when we were young and carefree, knowing Christmas was coming and life would be okay. One day we will die and walk into the dark or the light while remembering the things we read or saw, that made us feel tall and proud of who we were and what we became when we ignored the mirror and focused on the image within ourselves. One day we will be okay and free to live a life worth living and know deep inside our soul that we tried our best to fill the holes that the world put there by digging with a shovel that only stung if I let it, and I did, sometimes, but not anymore because I am concrete.
Lies permeate the air, launched rockets without a mission, me standing here wishing that my pockets were deeper so I could hide inside them when the world wants to gaslight and start empty fights because we want to live a life not worth living and not the other way around, silent is the crowd. The feeling creeps in on everyone, when home no longer feels like home, standing strong with steel toed boots, feeling wrong for making a cut through where a dead end always existed, never looking back when the train derails on the track, chugging into the unknown of the far horizon while lugging precious cargo. There are specific things in life that will try their best to give you strife, a constant mess because their rooms are cluttered, packed, muttered, and stressed, hoping they will ring the bell and make you salivate while making your life hell and put you on trial like a probate for being happy while they convict their own chained happiness.
When you read the title you were probably led by a bridle to think we'd discuss love inevitable. These three words, I love you, for some, turns into three swords, I hate you, burning the darkness. Decisions turn into incisions, the cut slowly opening and closing, the glitch stitching itself together from outside infected.
What happens when I love you turns into I wish you'd die, knowing all the while we don't mean it but we try to make our hearts believe it when all we need to do is exist as our better self and not the bittersweet version people avoid. One day when the world turns to ash and words no longer bash our glass hearts against bricks or slash our tired wrists with dull razors, hoping we finally give in and believe the empty lies that the world feeds us as other people spoon the toxins into their mouth without looking at the chef and dish before consuming it.
What three words would comfort you during this time where there is no reason or rhyme and truths are a dime a dozen, like buying eggs at the grocery, realizing at home that two are cracked? Don't give in. Forgive your sins. Don't give up. Life is luck. Figure it out. Whisper, don't shout. Quit staring down. Instead, look around. Fight the future. Be the suture the world needs. Manifest the dream. Help others believe. Things are not what they seem. Love is blind. So is hate. So is jealousy. Which one latches your soul's gate? These three words. The echo remains.
One day, fill in the blanks. It's time you take back control of the open ended phrases of your precious soul. You are not a mistake so put the red pen away, grab the highlighter, and scan the worn pages of your life for the true test that all people are being handed yet choose to fail when it's so easy to pass. The test does not await us. It is here now, breathing, reading words on a screen, wanting to feel free because its heart deciphers what it sees? These Three Words. Spread them around! Wear your crown! Hear the sound. One in a crowd, standing proud, finger taps louder than any gun, uncovering the shroud that blanketed his eyes, until now.
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