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[poetic-little-doll]

We are just ghosts living in a lifeless corpse. 

The only skeletons left are the ones in your closet

And I wonder if you think of me

When you dance with them. 

-S.Lilobell (Or have you moved on to warmer bodies?)

[poetic-little-doll]

We’re shifting

And the ground beneath us,

That was once so solid,

Has begun to give way. 

I can feel the vibrations 

From the earth go up my

Feet and shake my bones. 

I’m scared this is it for us,

But you’re smiling and telling me

Everything will be okay. 

S.Lilobell (That smile will be the death of me.)

[poetic-little-doll]

The thing is…

She didn’t need you. 

She had a fire within her soul

That kept her warm when

Loneliness threatened to freeze her. 

She had the world in her smile 

And the moon on her tongue. 

She was everything she ever needed…

…but holy fuck

Did she want you. 

S.Lilobell (I’ve learned that sometimes love isn’t enough.)

[poetic-little-doll]

You’re like an echo I’m waiting to hear back from…

…but at this point I think I’m talking to myself.

S.Lilobell (What did you think talking to the darkness would be like?)

[poetic-little-doll]

I’m just a tool on one of your endless hooks. 

Hung to show that everything has a place

And as long as I stay in mine..

I can be loved.

S.Lilobell (Do not love outside of the lines.)

[poetic-little-doll]

He was more comfortable buried under a stone 

Than he was bathing in the sun. 

And I was a dying flower in need of some kind of light. 

But he was sinking me,

Suffocating me with control instead of love. 

And I’m terrified of this grave he calls a life.

S.Lilobell (The story of my tombstone)

[poetic-little-doll]

It’s starting to feel the same again..

Like a tightness in my bones that threatens to snap them if I move just one more inch.

Like a pressure forcing me down into the bed, sinking me slowly, ready to suffocate me at another breath.

Like these words are lodged in my throat, choking what little life I had left out of me and my hands are too numb to pull them out.

Like the person down on one knee in front of me is offering far worse than a ring and the damage is irreversible.

What do I do when it starts to feel the same again?

S.Lilobell (Save me from this eternity.)

[poetic-little-doll]

“I’ve lost my words from the past decade and now I’m learning to make new ones… will you be my new language?”

-S.lilobell (It takes strength to rebuild a love vocabulary.)