Pandora's Box, Unleashed - Lucia Roberts (ebooks online reader .TXT) 📗

 
For Sake

For the sake of the Gods m'love

Don’t make me plee any longer.

For my Parents’ ears

Can only be so much stronger.

 

For the sake of my heart m'love

Don’t leave it broke and forlorn.

I draw close to the death of hope

With a curse I don’t wish to adorn.

 

For the sake of your conscience m'love,

don’t leave thy secrets in my breast;

Don’t walk away from your dream,

And don’t think me alone is best.

 

For the sake of a unity unchallenged m'love,

Reconsider what you’ve done.

Unlike you I wont find another;

Not when I’ve found my one.

In the future of the war

 
In the future of the war

In the heat of a war

Not yet waged I pause to look around.

Preemptively planning

Every move every outcome.

With every life there is a death.

At every turn there is another.

At every cliff there is a bottom

And every mountain there’s a peak.

A sword in hand and a bow on my back.

My troops are simply falling.

I swing my sword in a circular motion.

It doesn’t matter who dies anymore.

I must kill anyone

Who comes too close.

I was born for this.

To see the blood and feel the tears

To hear the blade ring

and taste the last breath of those who die.

Then finally ill fall upon my sword.

I open my eyes from meditation

There on steed with a face still clean

Take a breath and charge ahead.

In the future of the war,

The war was already won;

It just wasn’t won by me.

They say memories never fade

 

I can pretend it didn’t happen

And pretend it doesn’t hurt.

I can almost blur your face,

You voice and laughs now only echo.

I can avoid the places we used to be

And there’s a few people I try not to see.

I try to hold onto our memories

But each time you remember

It’s only a memory of what you remembered,

And it gets dimmer every time.

So maybe eventually I qon’t quite see you,

Won’t be able hear your voice so clearly,

Maybe itll be fuzzy soon:

Like a dream.

And maybe one day I’ll wake up

Thinking that’s all you ever were.

To be loved by a demon

 

To be loved by a demon

is to seek within yourself

the piece of you he’s found

that makes him need and feel

the things he can not on his own:

protective, loving, soulful.

He has a purpose for which to live

and a focus to put his morals to.

He has a reason to live.

That reason,

that focus,

that push and shove,

that will to be better

is you.

To be loved by a demon

is to find this piece he seeks before he does

so you can decide,

when he comes to ask so sweetly for said piece,

if you can give it to him.

You must gather th strength within yourself

to feed the piece for the both of you,

keep it filled with happiness and hope.

You must decide to allow him

to have the privledge

of having worth, hope, pride and love

in which to spark his own.

Must decide to allow him to keep these things

in the extension of himself

that he can protect and love and claim his own,

for you are not just his, but he is yours.

A contract if you will.

To be loved by a demon

is to be one with your opposing nature.

Is to accept this opposite side of yourself as yourself.

Is to be owned and own as one in the same.

It is to be forever bound in knots

that will never be undone;

For once a demon chooses love

and to place his love in you,

your choice is a finality.

To be loved by a demon

is to taste his feelings

is to feel his thoughts

is to change as he does

is to be one in the same.

To be loved by a demon

is a choice and not.

For once he chooses you,

it’s almost impossible to resist.

He’s almost always your other half

and will so always be.

To be loved by a demon

is to finally become yourself,

a whole being,

and to give yourself entirely to another

so as to complete the both of you.

To be loved by a demon

is my blessing and my curse,

for he is my everything;

for better or for worse.

Sorry

 
Sorry

I feel so small.

Out here beneath the clouds

Beaten by the wind

Buried in the things I’ve done.

 

The promises I make seem empty

Because they were before

Forcing the new ones now

To resound a false echo of the past.

 

I’ve changed I swear I have.

But I’m too late and ill admit

Its no other’s fault but mine.

At least I’ve grown that much.

 

I’m sorry that I’ve let you down.

I’m sorry that I massacured

Any chance I had with you.

And any hope you had left for females.

 

Were all cunning and cruel.

We all need things you don’t have.

Were all the same.

All lies.

 

I wish I could’ve proven you wrong.

The Gods know I tried.

But I slipped and confirmed

Every fear you had in mind.

 

I became what I said I was too late.

I became what I thought I was too late.

I became what you needed too late.

How can I even hope I’m not too late?

 

You’ve given up on me being better.

You’re settling for what I was.

You don’t see my progress.

And ill never be able to heal your pain.

 

Mine will be forever with me.

A subtle reminder of how I failed you.

A pain that will never heal.

A forever guilt that will never leave.

 

The question is not whether I deserve you,

Cause I don’t,

But whether you’re better or worse

without me.

 

We both have things to fix

And problems to solve in eachother

But the question of worth remains.

Could we live with the unchangeable?

 

“Sorry” doesn’t fill the hole.

My promise will never be unshattered.

My words will only have half a meaning.

And you will never trust me.

 

I will always be wary of you.

And your distant thoughts will worry me.

I will always be slightly afraid of you

And our chips cannot be filled.

 

We might always tread on tiptoe

To save our bleeding hearts.

We may find a way to be together

But we will always be kinda apart.

A Cowards Scolding

"Why dost thou tremble

When it was thou who hath started what's begun?

"Where art though modesty

which thou proclaimed so rashly?

"Where art though rage

with which thou promised me a duel?

"How false must one be

to cower behind thy father's name?

"Not even a boy could be such a disgrace;

such a shame."

Differences

He's everything I thought I could believe in you;

everything I knew you could be.

He's everything I saw you bury;

everything I saw you hide from me.

You said it was to keep me from hurting

but expected me to show you everything;

saying it was for my better good.

 

He's the one who pushed me away first

when first you pulled me closer.

He's the one who waited and forgave me

while you couldn't forgive yourself and left me.

He's the one who thought he'd never love again

while you thought you could love me.

 

He's the one who's here now.

He's the one who isn't afraid to love me.

 

He treats me as a person should be treated.

He loves me as only some could dream about.

Forgiveness comes so easily to him.

He has so few flaws and so many great attributes.

He's a great father and lover and my best friend.

 

So why are you still in my dreams?

Why do you still haunt my thoughts?

Why won't you let my songs once again be mine?

Why are the differences between you and he so great:

the differences that have me with him

and you not with me?

 

Why do I still feel so empty and miserable without you,

in my darker moments when I'm alone,

when I should be so content and happy?

 

 

I want to be.