Taiwolilly's Quill🖋

ONE EYE I look up and I see your one eye. You've always been an enigma to me, only coming out in moments like this. I admire you, you enchant me with your veiny turquoise eye. Your antennas brings a smile to my face. Never have I seen such beauty in such monstrosity. The longer I stare, the deeper you pull me in. I don't know if I should find you comforting or I should run from you, I can't seem to decide. I see the words I'd never get to say in your one eye. I see the regret. I see the pain. The water ripples around me. I exhale, closing my eyes. You want me to stay but I don't.  I want to go with you, because only you have cared to join me in my darkest moments. You could even say I love you. One eye. But you don't love me, it would seem. You don't want me. I see that now. I look at the razor just sitting there at the edge of the tub. What if I didn't give you a choic

What is love? Think about it. It's a four letter word, but do people really understand it? I heard it in your words that you loved me, I saw it in your actions. There was only you, there won't be another. You stole my heart away with your kindness, but I was willing. I gave you my heart because you deserved it. Your light shines on me, illuminating my darkness. You confound me, even now. You pulled me from the pit I'd so willingly fallen into. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight, the day you reached out for me. I thought I was good but turns out I wasn't. I saw the difference. It was clear to me now, you showed me. I've seen the light, so pure, so true. So why would I ever go back to the darkness? It ate me alive, that's what it did, but you bandaged me right up. Now I'm going to pull others out like you once did. Hopefully they won't love the chains like I'd so blindly did. ° °

~Your dreams begin to leak into reality. You're afraid to sleep because you're not in control and he wants out~ Dissociative Identity Disorder, that was what they called it. A disorder characterized with the presence of two or more distinct personality traits. One man, different identities. Most people thought he was crazy, he didn't deny it because as a matter of fact he was. They said he was unstable and he didn't blame them because, truthfully, he was. They told him that he was a danger to himself and others, hence why he was locked him up in a mental institution. He didn't blame them. Truthfully, that was where he belonged. It all started when he was twelve. He'd zoned out in class one day after a bully had messed with him. It'd been going on for a long while now and suddenly Ralph had snapped. All he had seen was black and red.  He came to five minutes later with two busted fists.  Though he hadn't understood the events leading up to him regaining c