N: Can you feel it coursing through your veins? Hatred is as natural to you as breathing. Let it flow.
John: No, not even close.
N: You think me unworthy. You look down upon me, when it is YOU who are the disappointment.
John: Again, you fail in your attempts to anger me.
N: I am fury incarnate. I am your suffering given a name. Give into madness and join me! It is the way things are meant to be!
John: I recognize you for what you are N. Not even nothingness can escape that.
N: No..you can’t..
John: We are similar pieces of the same whole. Yes?
N: Whether you break now or later does not matter…
John: You have no power here N. I am the gate keeper here. Go back to the shadows.
John: For three hundred years I have endured. Go back to your prison that I built to keep you in.
N: You will never kill me! Even if you fight me in one thousand battles you will never win! I will cast your broken body from the highest tower John, you here me?!
John: Through patience and silence shall I lock thee away..
N: Strike me down, its the only way!
John: You have no power over me N.
N: There is nowhere on this pitiful wasteland you can hide that I will not find you John.
John: It is I who controls you.
N: Or your friends.
John: You are my anger, my fury and hatred.
N: Yes…yes! Give in to your anger! Give in to your own insanity!
John: And I reject you and everything you try to consume.
John: Nothingness has no power over me. Nor will it until I am naught but ash. Save your words. You have failed. Return to your penance, you have no place here.
do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands
no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS
I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been