Thursday, August 9, 2018

Better Than


In the moment of silence between a butterflies wings in motion 

In the space between the seconds that we don't speak of

Maybe there is something much better then this broken love 

We all hate change even though we know there might be things better above
 
Fear is the one holding you and somehow that is better than being free and yet alone

M.a.a

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Unbreakable

You asked if I was unbreakable,
Because of all the tears you'd never seen me cry.
But you'll never understand how wrong those words were until tonight.
The twisted shadows that hid what truly held me.

Maybe you should have asked why you never had seen me cry.
Maybe you would have seen the broken glass that had cut me.
Maybe you would have seen the demons fingerprints left on my neck choking.
Maybe you would have lit the dying fire in my eyes,
and instead ask how long I'd been broken.

M.A.A