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literary-villain · 1 year
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It was this day
I decided to undress
I peeled the skin off
To show my chest
I disassembled this ribcage rib by rib
A crimson splash marked the floor
With a heart ripped out of its seams
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I put it in your hand
With a scenario that you'll stay
For you to examine what the past made
To understand everything I've lost
For your fingers to experience the trust that became frost
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And just when I thought you straightened your arm
To put it back in its place
You just stopped
A few centimeters from where my heart should rest
And you squeezed it right in front of my face
Like it was just a simple dog's chew toy
A shapeless slime of gore left in your palm
Its contents casually dripping down your forearm
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I sit here
With fire in my chest
Because the crows are ripping out all the flesh
To the bone
Leaving no organ left
It's because I let you see me undressed
Undressed
Undressed
Undressed
Undressed
Undressed from the facade of a smile
Undressed
Undressed
Undressed
Undressed
Building this wall again will take me a while
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— Literary Villain / Nocturne
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literary-villain · 2 years
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that little pang deep in your heart
covering the full length of your chest
the piercing, painful whisper of the now smudged past
calling you an impostor
even though every part of your brain heavily denies it
knowing the true impostor is the whisper
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but knowing is not always enough
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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an ache for the feelings felt through the letters of the page
a yearning for the emotions you can experience only vicariously
a longing
a heart-wrenching dream of passion
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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creature, creature
dear Creature of Darkness
how wonderful is thy glow
that glow that the stars reflect
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they say you're morbid
they say you're doom
they say you're grief
they say you're the colour of death
and yet this Silver Queen that rules your kingdom
softly guides us to our way every night
every day
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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I miss that past you
I miss that past you who understood me in the dark
I miss that past you who was connected to me from the start
I miss that past you who gifted me a comic written from the depths of his heart
I miss that past you who were so easy and comfortable to be around
I miss that past you whose very voice made my heart feel safe
even though neither of us felt truly safe back then
but we made each other feel a little less alone
whenever we were together
holding each other's backs
I miss that past you who cared for me enough
I miss that past you
the first person whose lips seemed so soft and welcoming
that I ended up pressing them to mine
Though I do regret that yours did never leave a similar mark...
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I miss that past you
But the years have gone by
These minds of ours took different turns
Our childhood affinity being torn apart
Yet I swear
last time I saw you
In my head
I pressed my lips to yours
one last time
As a bittersweet goodbye
To that ghost of a bond
that never meant to last
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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The pieces of all the people I've ever loved
wedged deep inside me
tearing through my arteries
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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My dream wished upon the moon's soul
Its stardust carries the hope
my heart shared with its divinity
To float there with all the secrets of the universe
All the longings whispered carefully to the shooting star
All the mysteries that will find their way to the surface
sooner or later
some day
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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The sun glaring through the window of my room
In such a welcoming and inviting way
Peeking at me
with this curiosity of a little bird
Peeking, because something's changed
Something's different
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The music of my soul has shifted
It fills with glory again
With pure joy and that positive passion
That puppy-like disposition
It flows with the rays of sunshine once again
And the days of summer embrace it
And cherish the spirit as a part of them
Even though it used to not belong to them
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It used to be an essence of autumn
Of winter
It still is
However, it used to lock itself away from the sweetness that the spring and summer held
Thinking it less superior
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Now, this soul, it is an embodiment of all of them
Of every season
And it feels close, it feels connected to every feeling, emotion they embody
Every emotion it ever felt
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Every petal
Every leaf
Every tear of rain
Every snowflake
Every shadow
Every sunny flame
It empathizes with them all
It learns to carry all nature with it
Embody the whole world
Feel the whole Earth
Like it was always supposed to
The way it was always created to be
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For a Human's true nature
has always been being
this sacredly romantic, genuine and loyal lover of Nature
Her bonded friend, ally and devotee
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— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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Your poets? Dead. Your history? Secret. Your darlings? Killed. You? Probably not straight
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literary-villain · 2 years
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and even though you tore me to pieces
I miss you now more than ever
just because I'm craving to be loved
and what you showed me was the closest thing to it after all
no matter how damaging
— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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a kiss so palpable
so wonderful
the lips so loving, so sweet, so genuine I melt
I feel the shiver that accompanied it
long after it passed
feel the tingling on the rosiest part of my skin
long after my eyes had opened
long after I realized it was a dream
but it all felt so real
so true
and I still feel your forehead pressed to mine
and the heaviness of your breath on the bare, exposed tissue of my cheeks...
the most sincere air from your lungs mingling with that of mine
perhaps it wasn't as fictional as it seemed?
perhaps it was a shadow of what's to come
perhaps
I wasn't the only one who dreamed this dream...
perhaps I will meet you there,
dear lovely, adorably awkward, wonder boy
someday
— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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literary-villain · 2 years
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the night has settled in
the busy streets are growing dark
and now
- as always -
I long to be embraced
by that nameless stranger
that dwells in the corner of my mind
until it's time
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literary-villain · 2 years
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just as those little, white, spring flowers
under the soft caress of the translucent tears of the morning dew
when the drizzled tissue of their divine, fragile petals
soaks in the ray touch of the afternoon sun
they blossom, show their full glory
shivering slightly for the wind that embraces their roots
just as you feel upon the graze of my palm
my fingers brushing the tissue of your skin
falling down your roots
so that the willows of your voice tremble for your florescence
for your entire beauty
the entire essence of your soul
too often hidden underneath the soles of the earth
blooms for me
until it can't be hidden anymore
until showing it becomes the only freedom your splendour so craves
— Literary Villain
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literary-villain · 2 years
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Super late with @chyrsoprases ‘s secret Santa! It is me! I runner out of time and I could just ménage a cartoonish style of Dorian and Basil…wait for more,it will come!
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literary-villain · 2 years
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literary-villain · 2 years
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"My child is fine"
Your child is crying over the fact that Benedict Bridgerton is not real and listening to the "falling in love with benedict bridgerton" playlist while daydreaming about being with him 🥺
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