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Sois mon paradis

Come….

🎶 Love me like you do

Ellie Goulding

They say you’re a dreamer. It is not a compliment. They wanna box me. They live in a cocoon and follow a prescribed way of life they’ve come to regard as normal. But you tell me, what would you do if you had the power to turn your wildest dreams to reality? Would you run and hide, or would you close your eyes and surrender to the wind?

They say you’re too deep. It’s a fact you cannot deny. They wish for me to be basic. They sell you fairytales of happily ever after and when you tell them you’ve been to forever one too many times they tell you to live in the moment. But you tell me, would you throw caution to the wind for a fleeting moment that does not speak the language of your soul?  Or would you rather wait for the one who sets your soul on fire?

They say they love you. You don’t feel it. It’s a trap dressed in fool’s gold and it reeks of cheap promises. A white picket fence and a thornless rose garden. But you tell me, would you settle for luxe when you only come alive in the jungle?  Wouldn’t you rather create your own universe, a place where the only rule that applies is the one that brings heaven to you?

There’s always hope for the one who once touched the sky. A packed suitcase in the corner for a journey that might never take flight. Jumping castles might get you off the ground but baby, there’s no home on earth for the one who’s feet once touched heaven.

Mon amour, le paradis est un état d’esprit

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A Villain in Distress

You’re like a storm begging to be a light shower on a sunny day
You picture yourself a haven for a lover’s bliss
Yet it’s so cold under your arms

You’re like a back up singer discontent with the darkness over his head
You fancy yourself a leading role
Yet you shiver under the spotlight

You’re like a little boy dressed in superman’s costume
You think yourself the damsel’s hero
But in your eyes it’s a villain she sees

She’s like the calm you feel before the storm
She carries herself like a butterfly
But there are spines under her wings

He, a villain in distress
And she, a damsel in armor

Stay, if you must

In her quest for happiness, Diomeda once borrowed a leaf from Doctor Faustus’ pages and sold her soul for a bed of rosses. She held hands with Zeus and slow-danced to his tune under the fleeting moon’s shadow. Like a flower, she beautifully blossomed into his most favorite kind of sin.

Ecstasy. Continue reading

On Days Like These

On most days I needed him
Not in the way people need water, or food, or oxygen
I needed him like I needed tomorrow
Something I had no control over, yet I longed to behold desperately

On certain days I wanted him
Not in the way people want chocolate, or cars, or beer
I wanted him like I wanted yesterday
Something I had already had, but pined to have repeatedly

On days like today I’m drawn to him
Not in the way people are drawn to familiar places or things
I’m drawn to him like a magnet
Like a last piece of a puzzle that knows exactly where it belongs

Everyday I fall for him
Not in the way people fall  for deceptions or illusions
I’m falling because it’s that easy
Like two hearts in sync and forever tuned to lover’s songs

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Damaged

Soundtrack: 🎶 Sober – by Taps🎶

Deep scars. Deep deep scars. Anger. Resentment. Regret. Chaos. Darkness. Hopelessness. Death.

When they tell you that it’ll all get better in time. It’s absolute nonsense because if they could hear the pounding of your heart, they would know your end is nearing. Yet they keep repeating, it’ll all get better…in time.

Time passes. Days turn into weeks, then months, then years. Yet your brain still remembers the pain as if it happened only yesterday. You can no longer cry out loud, because they won’t understand. When the weeks turned into months, they assumed it had all gotten better. Except, it didn’t. Continue reading