Tsukiakari-Kurushii

He was iron turned to rust, Fingers stained blood for their feat. A warrior’s heart, a warrior worn. He was the embodiment of a storm. But along came daybreak. Think Apollo, think the sun. He was ablaze- an aurora in molten metals of copper and gold, Whose light gave birth to wings. Think Icarus, burned by his dreams- He said it a pleasure, To have been swallowed by the sea.

I am a child of Chaos, as much as I am a child of Peace. Never underestimate my ability to hate, because of my ability to love. I am the son of the Silvertongue, be unsurprised how easily my own can spin lies. I am the son of the Trickster, never should you confuse my kindness for how willingly I am to fool, to manipulate, to deceive. And above all, never underestimate my ability to harm, to hurt, to maim- because one day you’re going to see the full extent of the anger, the pain, and the destruction you've caused- And I shall enjoy watching you burn.

"And I, I am the liar you made..." -10 Years, The Wicked Ones I let you believe you had me, let you believe you could destroy me. Oh god, darlin'- how wrong you were. How foolish I was- to let you blind me.                  // I am of the Sea, free-flowing but never tamed. I am of Air, hard to see and hard to hold on to. I am of Fire, destructive and hard to contain. And I am of the Earth. I am iron and I am strong.

Those days where you can’t decide if you just want to curl up in a ball or break everything- including yourself. Those days where every little victory you made in your mental health just falls apart And you want nothing more than to just let everything else fall apart right along with it. Because some days there’s just not enough strength in the world to pick yourself up off the ground And you’re too fucking proud to crawl.

It’s been four months. Four months of short sleeves, blood-free sheets, and proud, hopeful eyes, but my skin itches all the same. Don’t ever let anyone tell you self-destruction isn't an addiction. Because they're a damn liar.

It feels like Autumn outside. The breeze is almost cold and it looks like rain. I can’t explain it, but it just sets something inside me a flame. Cold weather just feels like home.

It's funny, how places hold memories. How buildings become echoes of a different time. And it's funny how even though on most days I'd rather forget you, I can't seem to bring myself to erase your smile. I went to the bookstore I met you in for the first time yesterday. And I swear I could still see you sitting in the craft section, holding that book of knitting patterns up to your nose. I swear I could still see your eyes light up, And I could still hear your low laughter ring against the walls at my clueless-ness when you tried to explain to me purl, knit, purl. I swear I could still feel your hand on my knee from when you leaned over tel

She left me with the remains. Left me with the bones, A new skeleton for my closet. She left me to bury it alone.