My Pieces Are Scattered All Over The Place

My cousin made me bookmarks with quotes from my favorite characters and people. 📖🔖📚💙

I want someone to look me in the eyes

To see pass through the lies

You did, you once knew

But you walked away, can't handle the truth

That I'm a monster, a bringer of pain

Something which uses people for my own gain

And I admit I have demons but I don't want to destroy

I might not be like you but I also crave joy

I only want some company, a friend

Someone to hold my hand 'till these storms end

But I guess you only want the one I pretended to be

The normal one with simple personality

You don't want the edges, the imperfections, the flaws

That I'm in pieces, what's real and raw

You never wanted who I really am

I can't blame you, even I can't accept my own name.

-D.G. Gir// 03/31/2018

Words, Words, Words

I write not because it make things better. I write because it's the only thing I know. And I know it's dumb. Words are very unreliable, yet it's the only thing I could hold on to. It's my rope. I know people tend to break them every time, but I don't care. I'll still hold on to it like its my last piece of thread. And maybe that's the reason behind my brokenness. Because I try to latched on the thing that people barely keep. But I can't help it. Words, writing them down, it doesn't always make everything clearer, but for me, it's the only thing that makes sense. The only constant in my life that I could turn to no matter what. And there's no word for everything. There are feelings and experiences that I cannot fathom into phrases or sentences. But somehow, when everything is fading too fast, and I'm alone and lost and confused, these breakable, limited words became enough for me. Not enough to be fine and happy, but enough to survive. And I hope it'll be enough for another day, because I honestly don't know what to do if it isn't.

Tired

We dream, we love, we cry

We live, we strive, we die

No matter what, it's the same fucking cycle

Long bloody wars, the never-ending battles

And I want out, I want to run away

From the life I'm doomed, from the words they have to say

So go on, pull that trigger

Maybe in death, there is something better.

Smoke

Does my love make you feel good?

Does it make you feel things you thought you never would?

A slave to your evey whim

Offered my light so yours won't dim

Is this all we are?

The moon and the dying star

Is this what you meant when you promised me something real?

When I have nothing left to give, will you love me still?

Do you make me feel good?

Not anymore, but I wish you would, I wish you would.

I still love you

Maybe it's time to burn those unsent letters

Let my past go through smoke and embers

And the walls you breached should be once again fortified

Regain my dignity, my freedom, my pride

Though I love you and you'll always have a piece of my heart

It is time that I move on, move forward, and restart.

-D.G. Gir// 03/26/2018