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[vallemmortis]

This is how I originally wrote it. One of those that starts as a poem and then begs to be a song. I posted a fragment of this on tumblr a while back, but here’s the initial piece in its entirety 🤍

[vallemmortis]

"I suspect,

I may not be a good person in many of the stories of those I have met.

But, I know,

That even those who so desperately craved my ruin,

Could never call me cruel. "

© L.T A

[vallemmortis]

Fear, not unlike Love, is addictive.

And all consuming.

So do not be fooled by Love's kind lies,

nor listen too close to Fear's cruel truths.

Too often, their words are twisted, designed to appeal;

Carefully created distractions, telling you exactly what to feel.

So do not fall for Love's beautiful, blind eyes; as their depths are meant to drown.

And, make sure to avoid being held in Fear's loose grip; as their hold is meant to slip.

© L.T A

[vallemmortis]

"I crave cigarettes and bruises."

I miss the colours and dancing smoke,

The bliss blind vision, and life of thieves,

The invincible determination to persevere;

Through blatant facades,

And blood-stained sleeves.

© L.T A

[vallemmortis]

I would tell you to stay.

... I should have then.

Back when we were young,

[too young]

but I was scared.

The way I never wanted to look away,

but did.

The way I wanted to hold your hand,

but didn't.

The way I hesitated to tell you the truth,

[I love you]

then found the courage a day too late.

I should have said it then,

[selfishly]

"Stay."

© L.T A

[vallemmortis]

I'd rather be next to you.

And I am,

In another universe, where we had a chance.

Where we sit together on a park bench, watching as the people around us go about their lives,

moving too fast... talking too loud...

While we sit in comfortable silence, stuck in time;

holding tightly onto each other's hand.

The reality is that if one of us lets go too soon, this moment, this fragile illusion will shatter and break.

In this universe however, that bittersweet moment never existed for us,

"So then, why do I miss it so much?"

© L.T A