You don't like a lot of things.He had the nerve to say to me,You don't like a lot of things. by RebelsRiot
"You don't like a lot of things."
Like not being taken seriously?
Like being hounded, having someone look for things I could have done wrong?
Like being confronted, seeing someone fighting to protect me, while another abuses his power?
Please tell me
that I don't have the right to dislike any of those things
Because I think you'd choke on those words
much more than if you were to snidely comment
about how I refuse to take someone's bullshit.
As if I'm a bitch for firing right back.
Please tell me he was right
to get nosy about who I'm dating
because it would obviously affect that man's decision making
because I'm obviously a bad influence,
and so is his best friend.
I see humans, but no humanity,
and I see them everywhere,
with beady eyes and questioning lips.
Eyes that give away every judgmental thought
that they act out, but don't outright say.
But I know that it's there, and you can't hide that from me.
Your actions scream louder than the wo
FightersI set the timer on my phone for thirty minutes the other night,Fighters by RebelsRiot
and fell asleep to our previous conversation's dim light.
You're the one that softens me,
turns scales into feathers, ones that won't ignite.
No one sees this side of me,
where I cannot stand, cannot take flight.
I've learned it's because of trust,
something that just feels right;
In your company, I feel safe -
if I'm broken, you'll stand for me, a dark knight.
And for someone whose every breath
is fueled by the urge to fight,
it can be a relief
to rest in your arms at night,
and know that nothing in the world
could take us both on at the same time.
I do believe in fate, destiny, and all the like,
and I think we can change it,
I dream we'll never die.
After it all, it'll be us, back to back, hand in hand,
underneath the night sky -
just you and me, you and I.
ConflictedMy hope was almost buried in snow,Conflicted by RebelsRiot
I'd spent every night with every star,
Talking to gods I didn't know.
I laid around and counted memories
Half the night I spent in sighs,
Half in dreams of star-crossed enemies.
As I lay now to unwind, I am in a different bind.
My heart's content, first time in years
It's bursting with joy of dried up tears
My mind is troubled, it's conflicted
My joy was endless, now not so much
Because I'm far too addicted,
And I love something death can touch.