praise half-truth confessions over immaculate souls
while turning ifs into absolutes through the means of
believing; your religion is purely faith so why can't humans
have blurred lines too? but at last, predictability is your
strong suit; inevitability haunts you.
& then you mourn with locked hands, on fallen, bruised
knees, questioning complexity. here's a simplicity for you:
so what? you think fate stopped what they're doing just to
screw you over? that's cute, the importance you've rewarded
yourself. fate's too busy testing humanity's purity and exposing
the audacity of the sickening to pay such attention to you.
tell me, how's it feel when you're broken down too? divinity
is cruel when it's against you; perhaps now you'll understand
tolerance's mercy. scratched hands and bloodied hips, frost
kissed your lips far too long the sun got jealous and tried to
bake life from your skin. cry the ocean, hang your head.
yet, my soul's still begging you for a second chance, handing you
my coin- i've been sober of my lover's love for a long time at the
expense of my heart's aching. just so you could pronounce your
love for me (or something besides the disappointing feeling you've
strained on me). it's a mortal's weakness really, ripping stitches
by returning, craving acceptability from their origins (rusted roots
are damned things).
pretty sure my title is quoting someone but i can't quite place who.........i just know that it's not an original quote. or at least, i'm 99% sure so if you know who said it, lmk in the comments lol.