In the bitter beginning of our love,
I wet your lips with a sponge.
I laid you down to rest,
for you were so sick, baby.
I let you sleep.
Beneath your southern sky,
I hope you dream of me.
For you were nothing but
my absolute everything.
Drag me home by my stretching wrists
To my long lost severed sister
My soul, for I am the unsuccessful lover.
Contorting and thrashing
I ignite underneath you
Smothered in flames I rise,
Spitting out ash.
They whisper, “don’t get too close.”
The quiet impulse to exist
Contains my wild thoughts.
A jar full of butterflies
And you shake them all up.
They’ll turn on the hose
And each take a turn.
I am the daughter of dry lust,
Allow me to burn.
Illusive lover of my soul,
Clock my constant beating thoughts.
My hands are burning,
From the sliding twine
On your puppet heart.
You slip away repetitively,
Disappearing in the folds
Of a dark rippling curtain.
You speak to me narrowly,
Resonating through the empire
Of my hollow, straining ears.
I hold on to you infinitely,
At your feet; the goddess of ache.
Let the warmth of your mind
Be a blanket of stillness,
Lead me to sleep...
I found you in a potter’s field…
Sleeping softly in your fears.
Loquacious demons stole your dreams
And wasted treasured years.
I’m sorry that the rain won’t stop
Your moistened bed is caving in.
A chatoyant moon to watch over you,
Highlighting each one of your sins.
If I could close your eyes, I would.
I’d sing you back to sleep.
It only takes a minute
But you’re resting in there pretty deep.
Kicking at your wooden box,
Screaming out your prayers
It kills you when the thing you love,
The world is so restless.
When you come down,
you swallow all the clamor of this city.
Amity warms my ears-
You fall like a sleepy feather.
When you descend,
delicate designs start sleeping on our roof tops.
Calming all my senses so I can exist.
Such a ruthless form of rain.
When you come down,
You set into my bones and shiver all these limbs.
Freezing all the flowers, show no mercy.
Theres a symphony of muted strings collecting in her soul, and
the sunset deep inside her is an influential glow.
A downtown ballerina with her unborn daughter's face who
lives life inside her boyfriend's arms cos thats her favorite place.
The creativity inside her stirs up all that's gone away, so
she aches for them to love her and it brings her down to pray.
One day she'll rise above the stars and let go all her pain.
Angels always show they're hurt by flooding us with rain.
To fall in love, then smother the flame.
Sleeping with a gut full of water.
To kiss traveled lips over and over again.
Always tastes just like her.
To hold something not even there.
Manage to wrap around you twice.
To love something that flys away..
I will clip your wings.
The dead bird sings.
To hold a soft hand without grip.
Let it fall to its side.
To want something so wanted.
Don't let it consume you.
To fall apart so silently.
I've given you up to watch you grow.
To wait inside an empty room.
I want and want and nothing more.
Dead bird sing, dead bird sing.
You're such a tired, broken thing
I ached for this small, wrapped heart almost completely crushed yet happy.
It looks to me like some sort of baby, wiggling.
Comes with a mother who's senseless. An anemic queen.
The heart is tearing, it is crumbling.
I have to nurse it in my chest but I cannot keep from touching it.
All the blood is sick. I am too dizzy to walk.
There is no transplant, no giving it away.
I hold this heart in my fist.
It is shivering, completely terrified, with its deaf hum.
Backing into my palms. Bright red, deep maroon.
How do I save you love?
It's your death thats drawing me to you.
That declining beat.
Just like a sore rythm, along with my breathing.
I wonder if you'll ever rest.
So I stare inside its little hole.
If I could throw you into the sea, the mermaid that will rescue you
will open up your eyes.
She may mishandle you,
in your casket of silk freeze.
I cannot, will not watch you.
I know you were never that happy with me.