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Eleanor Rigby Oct 2017
umbilical cords i was
born with a pair
one motherly
the latter devilish
one i lost
one i kept with me
steel, forever cursed.
it pulls me
to the destruction path
where i lie with no remorse
and it's the strangest force
that pushes you away
from me.
invisible lives i lead
in the dark
where i keep you the most
but sometimes show you sparks
from a parallel road
i should have taken
right from the womb
but they drag me down
yet attached to hell
by a fine, thin
unbreakable thread

please forgive me
and them
we're one at this point


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Oct 2017
For his gaze a white horse
My insides a little bit
Morose
For his hands precise
Shiver inducing
And mine
Gauche disguised.

For the return
In the dream palace
Never the more abiding
Alas, alas!
Anti-clock wise,
Survive the fragments
And the lies.

For my tears crimson
His, unspoken
Ghastly flow of abundant,
Turmoil when apart,
Swagger at ease,
Dies and behaves
Their fears.

For us alone, the devil
May rise
Burial sites
God may reclaim
Two souls in one heart
Separate.
But they will not
Forget.


--Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2017
Never be happy,
Said the girl with blue hair
Because then you will become
Very very boring
And you will start to die.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2017
there is a sacred place
that lives in every single
one of us.

i suspect it to be
the very place
Beethoven's music
came from.

and when we have
a late night conversation
in your bathtub
over a bottle of wine
you take me there.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2017
how do you make fire,
she asks me.

i steal it off your eyes
every time
you think about him

and it burns.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2017
he looks at the stars
and back at me
take me, i am yours
he says.

i look at him
and back at the stars

how i wish they
took me.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2017
with dirt on your hands
and art on your tongue
you sleep next to me
in the middle of a summer day

you treat my *****
with caresses
left unfelt

and i say,
the day is plain
and the sun is out

and you can't help
but long for the moon
to bring her back.


-- Eleanor
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