issue 1: heartbreak
- o.p. (bio)
i don't like you like that.
the young boy's heart did not shatter, much to his confusion.
instead, it crackled. crackled and popped.
the young boy's glass heart lay at his toes, at risk of cutting him.
but for some strange reason, the young boy could only stay frozen in place
instead of breaking.
do i still have light left? he thought.
he left me when i needed him
he left me yet he doesn’t want me to roam
he left me yet he didn’t want to leave me
he loves me but he’s falling out of love with me
he wants me to get better “naturally”… what does he know about getting better?
he loves the idea of me, sickness-free, purity, unsullied, yet he is driven away
he said he loved all of me… but he doesn’t want the whole package
he is treating me like a patient
he said he’s sorry because he knows he makes me happy
but he’s suffocating
hey, you, you killed me.
- r.f. (bio)
the gazelle looped around him, wondering if he was alive
to kill, to slaughter, to bowel, to gut, the things towards which she strived.
but how confusing! she was only a gazelle
not a lion, simply the simplest of the belles.
the meaning of love
when fate brought us together
i wished that i was dead
every single day
i couldn’t get you out of my head
i loved you so much
i thought pain was the answer
our love was so real
and graceful, we were dancers
our connection filled with
love and hate
never in a whole eternity
we would never separate
but when oblivion came
i fell into a hole
and i gazed upwards i saw you standing there
and i realised that you had stolen my soul
The Sun Looks for You
jaggedly, in tune