Tonight I will sleep on my fragmented thoughts
that my anxieties found too delicate to embrace.

Crushed by nature and neglected from nurture -
I'm not one to hoard but my head must rest.

Is it so wrong for a woman to caress her melancholy
as tenderly as she does her lover?

These pieces of madness once smelled so sweet
like the roses I've kept from years foregone.

I crowd my mind with scraps of death
to remind myself that what is dead, is never gone.

it's true that my lungs tightened up
filled with butterflies and flowers
when you put a perfect curve on your lips
and you know, you know I'm in love
but what you don't know is;
I've been in love just like this before
and before, he crushed me
cause he knocked and I let him in
now
now it won't happen again
I will never let you in

I knew a guy
He seems so very shy
It goes unspoken
His heart was broken
His spirit crushed
His thoughts were rushed
Remembering all she said
He put the gun to his head
To pull the trigger
Would make her the killer
Or so he thought
But with that shot
He couldn't see
It would set her free
But hit me
Now I will have to die
Just to say goodbye

Monster boys like you and ghosts like me
were never supposed to love
not tenderly,
not viciously,
we weren’t cut out for it
we were never cut out for it
and yet
we tried
oh, we tried
i tried
a ghost like me tried to love a monster boy like you
and you crushed me
you scooped me up into the palm of your scaling hand
and caressed the nothingness of my body
and caressed
and caressed
until you had me
you wrapped your fingers around my sinuous frame
and crushed me
until i dwindled down into
nothingness
until i screamed out
you didn’t let go until i agreed to haunt you
monster boys like you and ghosts like me were never meant to care for another being
and yet
we tried
oh, we tried
i tried
monster boys like you and ghosts like me were never meant to be
and yet
we were
in some twisted way, we reminded each other of that, i think
that we existed
that we bled
monster boys like you and ghosts like me, bleed.
we bleed.


~by casper beau

My brain speaks no
While my heart shouts yes.

Glass wasn't made to shatter;
Paper wasn't made to tear.
Fragmentation is a side effect of carelessness, not of life–
Not of love.
A rose is not meant to be crushed, pulled apart petal by petal, simply because it is soft.
The doe, graceful and wide-eyed, was not created to die at the hands of a man indistinguishable from a snake in the grass.
The monarch does not flutter with lithe wings to be caught, classified, and pinned to a page,
Nor do the leaves change hue, turn crisp, and fall to be crushed beneath an entitled foot.
I do not paint my eyes so that you can watch me bleed black and gold down my cheeks,
Nor do I wear my heart on my sleeve so that you can rip it apart valve by valve.
I am not your window pane, nor your blank page; your willow tree, nor your frozen stream.
I am the rabbit sleeping deep in her borough; I am the bluebird flitting between trees.
I may be fragile, but that doesn't give you permission to break me.

It still hurts..
How do you forget
the thing that crushed your heart?
The pain is still there,
haunting me.
It goes away,
but it always come back.

and it still hurts the same way it hurt before

I knew.
I knew it from the second she opened her door, her boots in my hand, not even knowing who she was.
I knew I was in love. I knew she was in love.
Both scared to admit it, but we were.
I knew we wouldn't last.
She would have to be the one to end it.
She was going to have to break my heart.
And it couldn't be a clean break.
No, no that wouldn't work.
My love was too strong.
I was prepared to put up a fight.
I knew she was going to have to smash it, burn it, then forget it in the rain.
And even then, I'd still want her.
I knew I would.
There was nothing she could do to make the pain stronger than the love.
I knew there was no end.
Right when she opened the door.
I knew.

Break the likes of me
I beg you to

It is not
And will not be the first time

Break my nose, my legs
From head to toe

everything you can find
I'm inviting you to

It can never be worse than
Breaking me whole
Like u already did with my soul

Do you remember dear?
As you cought my eye, my heart

I should have been smart!

Crushed and broken bad
I lay here

Wounds unkonwn to me
For I have never known someone as cruel as you can be.

Oh how you crumbled my defences.

Oh how my walls fell in defeat.

*The damage was displayed

in the rubble at my feet.