The Choice

Hugging myself, I gaze out over the 《冰雪奇缘》 wasteland. Winds whistles over the blinding white of snow as it carries new flakes down to the 《冰雪奇缘》 desert of the earth. I can barely open my eye due to the extreme chilling rushing over my bones. 你 have trapped me here, in this twisted version of hell. The wind picks up, and sends me tumbling down a mountain of snow, which had not been there a 秒 ago. This place is a death trap.
I reach out to you, but 你 turn and walk away, abandoning me. Your 心 is cold. I want to help you, to heal 你 of your wounds, but 你 decline. 你 are dying...

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know 你 can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if 你 could read my mind...

so, here are a couple 更多 old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the 秒 was a creative 写作 assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing 你 a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in 彩虹 rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...

My relationship with 你 resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what 你 will do and should never get 迷失 in distraction. Something about the game of chess is 你 must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. 你 should never make a 移动 based on predictions, based on what 移动 你 opponent will make, otherwise in the end when 你 must revert to your own strategy 你 will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what 移动 你 will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? 或者 are they based on how pretty my...