english,
After years and years of innocence, it becomes evident when you are grown
That no one is here to hold your hand
Or lend you warmth when you are cold.
We keep to ourselves
Exchanging pleasantries but never going further
Being too invested makes your hands come away dirty
Being known too well welcomes scrutiny
So you see, it is safer to only look on from a distance
Let our only binding factor be the sense to frame our pictures perfect
And keep mirror images of steady composures
Lest anyone see through the cracks
You don't reach out for a hand
You look over your shoulder
Before you find a knife in your back
This is how to trust.
You trace outstretched hands back
To find eyes of honey
Trickling in to salve your woes
Carrying the promise of companionship
You feel the urge to shift or avert your gaze
But you let it pass and let the gravity draw you in
Your fingers, young and uncalloused
But crowned with bitten-down nails,
Trembling, meet five unfamiliar
The knots in your chest loosen
And for the first time,
You are let known
Of the possibility,
Of the relief of constancy
When lives intertwine
An exhale slips past your lips.
From here,
You give way and begin to write a new story
This is how to trust.
Stay cautious of the feeling they write songs for
For pretty melodies lead the ear and eye astray
And make way for fabrication.
The truths leave you crying on bathroom floors
Or running and chasing and keeping score
For a thrill and a rush,
For the heart wishes to stay where it ought not to have gone,
Or for fear of the alternative,
On quiet nights there are no more seconds on the scoreboard.
You lift others up even when it breaks your arms
And inch closer every day to acceptance
That it is in passion's nature to be so reckless
Yet each night, you are still able to question
How something so suited for,
fostered by a heart
Can do so much to diminish it
This is how to love.
It comes on slowly
And almost imperceptibly
In the dim light
All you are let known of
Is despite the lightness in your chest
You can’t seem to catch your breath.
It has caught onto you
And it does not plan on letting go
It enswathes you
In a golden warmth,
A glowing softness
Such a contrast to the winters you’ve endured
That it overwhelms you
You let yourself be moved by it,
As your heart beats a little louder
And for more than yourself
This is how to love.
You can only describe it as clandestine,
Your feelings kept under lock and key
Residing deep in the depths of a chasm
Deft hands had vigilantly delved
They are what you must safeguard
Not from others, no—but from your own self.
Thus, you don’t dare go near the edge
For faraway tales of horses and men
Whose king had crumbled, never to be the same again;
Stories of curious children who wandered astray
And wound up mad along the way
Have all but taught you one thing:
Nothing good can come out of falling.
A storm this severe can no longer be quelled,
But it can be kept—and keep it you shall.
To guard your heart, let it never be found.
This is how to bleed.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Heavy is the weight
That burdens your lungs
Once a slow simmer in your bones,
Now a seething storm
That no longer begs
But demands its release,
Behests you be let free.
And so, shackles and all,
You let yourself fall—
And the tempest leaves you drenched
In emotions long-suppressed
You revel in its harsh staccato,
Its crescendo you await
For it promises inevitably
You will not walk away unscathed,
But this, you welcome gladly
And you have never felt more free.
This is how to bleed.
It does not exist.
It is simple as that; an illusion, a myth
An innocent wish from naivety’s lips
To be left unheard, left to perish
And it is born from foolishness innate of our kind
Leading kingdoms to their downfall,
Entangled in beguiling lies
But you are not blind.
You know it does not exist.
For if it truly does prevail, as they so ardently claim—
Why does every beat of your heart
Resemble the flicker of a dying flame?
The world around you is bleak and gray
But somehow, you favor it that way.
This is how to hope.
Amidst the wreckage,
You feel a rattle in your ribcage—
Thump, thump
The murmur of your heart
Worn and weary—empty,
Yet within these open seams
Is a sea of a shimmering silver
That glows and gleams
With all the splendor of the sun
It dares you to look away
Are you afraid? it seems to ask.
Thump, thump
You are not—
How can you be
When you are no longer lost?
You let go of the rage
Let repose settle in your veins
And with a smile,
You let the silver sea
Be the star
To guide your shipwreck ashore
You are not a stowaway
But the captain, worn from war
And you are ready to set sail
For a new day, once more.
This is how to hope.
When all the dust settles
And this cycle is no more
Think fondly of the time
When a stranger reached out their hand,
To soothe your unheard anguish
When your heart was enraptured,
Warmed by the brilliance of gold
When your storm ran rampant,
A resounding freedom in its wake
When your silver sea
Became a searchlight to your trajectory
Let your heart soar
At the fact that it did not waver;
It did not shy away
Amidst pain, against every cautionary tale wished upon it
It beat boldly with courage
And its pulse rings out now, reverberates
Unthreatened by the cold grip of regret
Let life seep into your soul
Let its color clothe your bones
Let it sing you songs of bliss and woe
Let it take you on a journey
And lead you back home
And you, now, shining in all your iridescence
Will never lose your luster
This is how to live.
Literary: To Live Beyond
That no one is here to hold your hand
Or lend you warmth when you are cold.
We keep to ourselves
Exchanging pleasantries but never going further
Being too invested makes your hands come away dirty
Being known too well welcomes scrutiny
So you see, it is safer to only look on from a distance
Let our only binding factor be the sense to frame our pictures perfect
And keep mirror images of steady composures
Lest anyone see through the cracks
You don't reach out for a hand
You look over your shoulder
Before you find a knife in your back
This is how to trust.
You trace outstretched hands back
To find eyes of honey
Trickling in to salve your woes
Carrying the promise of companionship
You feel the urge to shift or avert your gaze
But you let it pass and let the gravity draw you in
Your fingers, young and uncalloused
But crowned with bitten-down nails,
Trembling, meet five unfamiliar
The knots in your chest loosen
And for the first time,
You are let known
Of the possibility,
Of the relief of constancy
When lives intertwine
An exhale slips past your lips.
From here,
You give way and begin to write a new story
This is how to trust.
For pretty melodies lead the ear and eye astray
And make way for fabrication.
The truths leave you crying on bathroom floors
Or running and chasing and keeping score
For a thrill and a rush,
For the heart wishes to stay where it ought not to have gone,
Or for fear of the alternative,
On quiet nights there are no more seconds on the scoreboard.
You lift others up even when it breaks your arms
And inch closer every day to acceptance
That it is in passion's nature to be so reckless
Yet each night, you are still able to question
How something so suited for,
fostered by a heart
Can do so much to diminish it
This is how to love.
It comes on slowly
And almost imperceptibly
In the dim light
All you are let known of
Is despite the lightness in your chest
You can’t seem to catch your breath.
It has caught onto you
And it does not plan on letting go
It enswathes you
In a golden warmth,
A glowing softness
Such a contrast to the winters you’ve endured
That it overwhelms you
You let yourself be moved by it,
As your heart beats a little louder
And for more than yourself
This is how to love.
Your feelings kept under lock and key
Residing deep in the depths of a chasm
Deft hands had vigilantly delved
They are what you must safeguard
Not from others, no—but from your own self.
Thus, you don’t dare go near the edge
For faraway tales of horses and men
Whose king had crumbled, never to be the same again;
Stories of curious children who wandered astray
And wound up mad along the way
Have all but taught you one thing:
Nothing good can come out of falling.
A storm this severe can no longer be quelled,
But it can be kept—and keep it you shall.
To guard your heart, let it never be found.
This is how to bleed.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Heavy is the weight
That burdens your lungs
Once a slow simmer in your bones,
Now a seething storm
That no longer begs
But demands its release,
Behests you be let free.
And so, shackles and all,
You let yourself fall—
And the tempest leaves you drenched
In emotions long-suppressed
You revel in its harsh staccato,
Its crescendo you await
For it promises inevitably
You will not walk away unscathed,
But this, you welcome gladly
And you have never felt more free.
This is how to bleed.
It is simple as that; an illusion, a myth
An innocent wish from naivety’s lips
To be left unheard, left to perish
And it is born from foolishness innate of our kind
Leading kingdoms to their downfall,
Entangled in beguiling lies
But you are not blind.
You know it does not exist.
For if it truly does prevail, as they so ardently claim—
Why does every beat of your heart
Resemble the flicker of a dying flame?
The world around you is bleak and gray
But somehow, you favor it that way.
This is how to hope.
Amidst the wreckage,
You feel a rattle in your ribcage—
Thump, thump
The murmur of your heart
Worn and weary—empty,
Yet within these open seams
Is a sea of a shimmering silver
That glows and gleams
With all the splendor of the sun
It dares you to look away
Are you afraid? it seems to ask.
Thump, thump
You are not—
How can you be
When you are no longer lost?
You let go of the rage
Let repose settle in your veins
And with a smile,
You let the silver sea
Be the star
To guide your shipwreck ashore
You are not a stowaway
But the captain, worn from war
And you are ready to set sail
For a new day, once more.
This is how to hope.
When all the dust settles
And this cycle is no more
Think fondly of the time
When a stranger reached out their hand,
To soothe your unheard anguish
When your heart was enraptured,
Warmed by the brilliance of gold
When your storm ran rampant,
A resounding freedom in its wake
When your silver sea
Became a searchlight to your trajectory
Let your heart soar
At the fact that it did not waver;
It did not shy away
Amidst pain, against every cautionary tale wished upon it
It beat boldly with courage
And its pulse rings out now, reverberates
Unthreatened by the cold grip of regret
Let life seep into your soul
Let its color clothe your bones
Let it sing you songs of bliss and woe
Let it take you on a journey
And lead you back home
And you, now, shining in all your iridescence
Will never lose your luster
This is how to live.
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