oh, those lips, i felt that breath
between my ear
and the crook of my neck
from your whispers i could hear
some haunting phrase
some taunting line
my heart appraised
but my name had been signed
so i stumbled, knowingly
into your open arms
cob webs spun with treachery
laced with venomous charm
those wicked, wicked words
"where have you been?"
that is what i heard
my thoughts began spin
as i screamed within myself
"NOT WITH YOU,
I KNOW MY HELL!
THIS HELL YOU DREW!
YOU SELFISH *******
HOW CAN YOU SPEAK
THOSE VILE WORDS
THEY MAKE ME WEAK!
I'VE BEEN FELT, BEEN SEEN
WITH HANDS TRACING MY THIGHS
AND ALL IN BETWEEN
BUT IN BETWEEN THE LINES
I'M STILL THE CHILD YOU LEFT
LEFT FOR DEAD, I BET SHE'S SWEET TOO
SWEET AS YOUR LIAR'S BREATH
BUT DON'T WORRY I NEVER BELIEVED YOU
WHEN YOU SAID 'YOU ARE THE ONE
ONLY ONE, I SWEAR'
AS YOU LOCKED AND LOADED THIS GUN
SO LET'S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE?
I DARE YOU TO LOOK ME IN THE EYE
AND SWEAR YOU DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT YOU WERE DOING WITH THOSE LIES
AND ALL THE PAIN IN ME YOU'D SOW
I WISH YOU'D GO, BUT YOU STAY STILL
STICKS AND STONES WILL BREAK BONES
AND YOUR WORDS WILL SURELY ****!
BUT IT IS YOU, OF THE MEN I'VE KNOWN
I HAVE CRAWLED INTO THEIR BEDS
AND THEY FILL THIS SPACE
BUT THEY CANNOT FILL MY HEAD
SO WHAT HAVE I BECOME? A SWEET DISGRACE?
OH, JUST **** ME NOW, EVEN THE SCORE
PLEASE, I'VE ALREADY MADE MY BED
LET ME BE WHAT YOU LEFT ME FOR
LET ME JUST BE DEAD."
but the words i spoke were not that
i whispered "i've been around...
and now i'm back"
that's when i hit the ground
pulled down like sinking sand
knowing i found my hell
in the touch of your gentle hands
i cannot run, not very far
i know my home, i know it well
within the cob webs of your arms
i find my home, this little hell

Dance, star-children, dance,
For you are born from the hot nova womb
Of the fetal goddess that is our universe.
I would string her necklaces of planets
And weave nebulae in her hair
Were I more to her than the crumbs of an atom.

I am lost in a love so great
That not even in the violent birth of time,
And never since,
Have two stars ever approached collision,
Excepting those locked in the suicidal embrace
Of Siamese twins.
A cold love, in the empty in-between.

Left to our own devices, we are
Planets in our own right;
Caught in cycles of gravity and love.
But no cometic will o’ the wisp,
Nor warm, homely Sun,
Will ever make her great,
Galactic traceries of spine
Less terrifying.