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three syllables of regret by ~paperheartsyndrome:iconpaperheartsyndrome:



ten.

i never really knew your name
i think that was the problem

[i think i could have loved you.
even though we both know I don't really believe that.]

_

nine.

you collect scars on your wrists
like i collect records

[the fact is they're both played out.]

and you're not writing anything
that will help you to remember
not to hate yourself so damn much

[i wish i could have saved you.]

_

eight.

if you were a color, you'd be grey

[i'm sick of all these shades of inbetweens.]

_

seven.

i used to know you better than i know myself
and now i'm forgetting the color of your hair
and the sound of your whispered-secret-voice
and you don't even recognize
the crash that signals me falling.

[i can't lean on something that's not there.]

_

six.

i miss the you
you were
before you became nothing but
vodka wrapped regrets
and smoke that tastes more stale with every dying breath

[you lived too much. too fast.]

and now you're dying on the inside
and you promise you'll fix other people's problems
with psychoanalytical phrases and inkblots

[but when are you going to fix yourself?]

_

five.

you've made "melodramatic" more than a dictionary term
and for every story you spill from slack lips
that can't string together words to make something
worth a meaning, i'm covering my ears

[i wish i couldn't hear.
or that i was broke enough to not buy into your lalalalies.]

_

four.

i'm sorry for being so sorry
it seems like lately those are the only words i have for you

[and i always have too many things to say.
which is making this so much worse.]

i should know you better by now
so then i wouldn't be so afraid of open-back-doors-invites
and basement-stair-promises
i'm still afraid of what you'll think
when you meet the real me

[i'm a mess. but i promise, i'm not a liar.]

_

three.

they usually reserve "best"
for something good
but you're all i have
and even though i say i don't want to grow up
you're wearing alcohol-soaked-calls and school-girl-drama thinthinthinner
you're ruining my ringtone and drowning my good intentions

[and the worst part is i still care way too much
and i never did learn to fly.]

_

two.

i'm sorry that i met you
i wish i could take it back
too bad time's nonrefundable

[if i could sell it back, i'd buy you a heart
and your own dreams so you could stop stealing mine.]

_

one.

you're technicolor dreams
when i can only see black and white
you're foreign phrases and sparklesoaked ideologies
and sometimes, you're the only person
i still believe

[and someday, you'll go where i can't follow
and all i'll have left is fistfuls of untruths
and too many regrets to hold in breaking fingers
but i swear to god, i'll miss you.]

_

zero.

i'm saving all the good words for you

[my heartbeat's the only song i can hear
but it plays for you.]
:iconpaperheartsyndrome:

Author's Comments

i'm losing my mind and my patience
_____

say eleven things you want to say to eleven different people.
don't say who they pertain to.
feel free to comment, but don't confirm or answer anything.
never discuss it again.


[perhaps, you've seen a few of these. they've been going around these days.]

_____

i don't usually do things like this (i don't know why) but i liked how it felt to to get the words i'll never have the chance/nerve to say out of my head.
I'll probably scrap this eventually.
but in the meantime, here are some words i'll never, ever say out loud.
[writing = free therapy]

_____

andignoreme. i rarely make sense.

Comments


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:iconeclipsedpersona:
Well said, I think you added a great piece to the 11 things idea... I am still enjoying the concept too, and so I was considering making a journal feature of some of them, If I manage to make it work would you mind if I used yours as well?
:iconinsanitykeepsmesane:
I love this I think I may have to try this :yum
:iconyouinventedme:
well done. I like the way you counted backwards and included zero.

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an antique arms and armor expert
:iconnteg8tiondenyd:
i read this as if it were all for one person lol. and in that way, i was reminded of a friend..well..not so much a friend anymore.. i wish i could have saved him..and there's so much hatred in him..i hear it and i can feel it in his words...and it hurts..the hatred in him it suffocates me too..and then, it hurts me becuase it's hurting him so much as well.--anyways..sorry to ramble.. but this is what came to mind when i read this. good job

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I believe.
:iconlosingmyfaith:
beautiful (:

--
" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
:iconplatinummyr:
:heart: It reads almost like it's all one person. I think I'm gonna try this.

--
*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
:iconthat-hippie-kid:
i'm sorry.
<3


--
wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
:iconviolent-passion:
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.....

CANNOT scrap this. This is almost just too TOO beautiful.

wait - what happened to eleven?
:iconpaperheartsyndrome:
thanks so much. i lovelove the concept.
[and i found it somewhat freeing to write this. the words came a lot easier with less worries of making it polished and pretty. it was a nice change]

and i'd be honored if you used it. anytime. :heart:
:iconpaperheartsyndrome:
do it! [i promise it's good for you]

and thanks, dear :heart:

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