ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”
"A horoscope."
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I agree.”
“Huh?”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damaged I was and knowing about my temper tantrums and wished I wasn’t so intensely passionate about my pipe dreams.”
“Everything is always so logically put with you.”
“What do you expect? I gave you my heart a year and a half ago and you’ve had them both beating in your chest to keep you strong. Now you’re going to give it back, all broken and damaged and I'm going to break with it.”
“This is it, then.”
“It’s been a long time coming.”
“You already knew?”
“Oh baby. I knew it was broken the minute I began to look at horoscopes to tell me how we were going to make it through the day.”
"A horoscope."
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I agree.”
“Huh?”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damaged I was and knowing about my temper tantrums and wished I wasn’t so intensely passionate about my pipe dreams.”
“Everything is always so logically put with you.”
“What do you expect? I gave you my heart a year and a half ago and you’ve had them both beating in your chest to keep you strong. Now you’re going to give it back, all broken and damaged and I'm going to break with it.”
“This is it, then.”
“It’s been a long time coming.”
“You already knew?”
“Oh baby. I knew it was broken the minute I began to look at horoscopes to tell me how we were going to make it through the day.”
Literature
You've suffered enough...
My dearest child, do not weep, for I am here to wipe your tears away. Come, let us be free of these blankets; let us walk from these dim halls.
There lies what once was your body, fevered and eaten by disease. Your lips are cracked and bleeding, your arms are both thin and sallow. Do not fear them now, for they are long passed.
Come away now, for we must say your final goodbyes. Here to the mother and father that came to your bedside each day. Here to the brother, who shall honour your name. Do not be jealous of them, my dearest child. For you are simply moving ahead; you have not fallen behind.
“But why, why does it hur
Literature
Your Poetry Sucks
Yes, roses are red
And violets are blue
But you have to understand
Who said they had to,
Its about imagination
Emotion and orignality
Not the reiteration
Of dead men's practicality
These words,
They are your sentence
To a world that has to listen
As you create the difference
Whether it be
With angst poem against love
Or how you set your heart free
To fly like a dove,
For these words
Whether or not they be true
Their beauty and ideals
Will be used to define you,
So yes,
Hope ,in fact, has feathers
And like a caged bird it sings
But these words will only be tethers
That strip you of your wings,
Those are their words
Meant for their time
And me
Literature
Stop asking me...
Stop asking me what's wrong
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Some people follow every single word their horoscopes say to the point that they make them true. This is one of those stories with one of those people.
www.facebook.com/pages/Untamed… - Clickies!
© 2013 - 2024 UntamedUnwanted
Comments53
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Gorgeous