Cimmerian?

Our relationship could be termed as something complex, fixating each other partly to be what we already are and as what I’m sure we’ll never be, they say it isn’t strong to hold on, it’s strong of you to let go but how can you let go of something that your imagination has built up? How can you let go of something that never was? And that’s what I think hurts a lot, you’re the same, no new scars etched onto you so that you can sigh and reminisce when you look into the mirror, you never teached, you never reached, you just existed in my life as that useless button on a button down shirt. The undeserved collateral damage I wish never existed. There’s so much more I wish I could write but I’d rather save it for later when life reminds me how you aren’t going to be there anymore.
                                                                              ~ T. M. B 

Capricious ecstasy 

She put a pretty flower in my hair, plucked out from a pretty garden with a pretty past, marred in scars,

She put it in my hair rather than hers; contradicting all that I thought of her. 

Soon she’ll continue choking and showering me with an overload of flowers of all sorts, overwhelming me, nothing new there. 

We’re a spark that I hope won’t ever die. 

                                                                                          

                                                                                          ~ M. B 

Thought catalog #3

I want to keep something of myself to myself, something for no one else to see. So that when I question how much I’ve told, those folded pages will remain to be folded, but folded happily with satisfaction for once unfolded they will all tear and it will all look ugly. Something I’ll walk away from when I really shouldn’t.       
                            


                                 The Meticulous Button.


Simon says.

Hello there my pretty, I call myself Simon. Simon says to touch your nose, so you did. 

Simon’s demands became increasingly doubted by a lot, but those ones were silenced. 

Simon says to get an education! Get money!

So we did. 

Little did we know about Simon’s trap. 

Simon then said,

Shame yourself, get a better body. 

Daily, we don’t know about how the passerby looks at themselves in the mirror, do we?

We just judge them. 

Simon says that adolescents are to be sent to colleges!

So we sent them away!

Get the money, so they did. Did I mention how much Simon hated talking about the failures?

Just focus on the good side. 

Not the negative ones. 

Mickey, an adolescent, 

Raging hormones,

Short temper and whatnot 

Got into as they all might,

The fine doors of peer pressure. 

He didn’t want to lose his only good friends. 

Simon told Micky,

Earn the money, listen to society,

Burden yourself, 

You’re a boy aren’t you!

That’s your job! Not a woman’s. Obviously. 

Micky is a damn fool. So is Simon. 

Would you listen to what Simon has in store if I just forge his name and claim that I’m him?
                 M. B

Screaming pt. 2

How does it feel to be underestimated? Joked around about?

I was merely a comfortable bed, ones you find in posh hotels,

That bed broke, you jumped too much on it, like a child full of ecstasy would. 

Now, I look back at the mirrors, all of them, 

Each one telling me different stories,

I wasn’t broken. 

That, I was sure of. 

Merely my presence, the comfort, the usage of it all,

Broken. 

                                 

                                                                  ~ PART II

Screaming pt. 1

And now, when I look into the mirror,

All I see is a doubtful girl with a tentative expression, almost doll-like,

Staring back at me. 

Now, when I look into the mirror, I get very confused, for that girl, has tears, welling up inside her eyes,

When I put my own hand to my own eyes,

I realised how deceiving mirrors are,

I didn’t want to be that girl,

So doubtful,

Looking back at me.

                                     ~ PART I