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Alexis Martin Jul 2012
Broken glass on my tongue
Cuts deep when I say your name
The blood pours out like wine
past the places you once claimed.
I run my trembling calloused fingers
across the bones that once met yours
and for a brief moment in time,
I can still feel your radiant warmth,
Your pale skin brush against mine.
Two bodies colliding,
a car crash on the freeway
We were (un) knowingly
an accident waiting to happen
Oh ****, we were so cliché.
Now the storm has come and gone,
And we are standing in the ashes.
If only we would have predicted
The fatality of those crashes.
Alexis Martin Jul 2012
You’ve got tired eyes

Yes, they are exhausted from crying

You’ve got a tired smile

Yes, it is worn out from pretending

You’ve got tired laughter

Yes, it is weak from resting

You’ve got tired hands

Yes, they are fragile from holding

You’ve got a tired body

Yes, it is frail from hoping

You’ve got a tired soul

*Yes, now if you don’t mind I am going to rest for a while.
Alexis Martin Jul 2012
Built to keep others out
Built to keep myself in
Brick by brick, I laid them down
Losing sight of the real world
Sunlight fades, stars vanish
But I am safe.

There is a hole in the wall
Barely big enough for a soul to fit through
You sit there relentlessly
And chip away at it
In efforts to come inside

Go away before you get hurt
There is a reason why the walls are up
There is a monster inside them,
A monster inside me
Yet you are still here

You call out to me
Words like love and trust
I can hear it from outside the walls
You are getting closer
I am growing more afraid

I try to lay more bricks down
But you are far stronger
You over power me with love
A force that knows no limits
And here you are, behind my walls

Vulnerable
Exposed
Fearful
Shaken
Burning

Take your coat off
Make yourself at home
Let me get you a drink
Won’t you stay for a while?
It’s been so long since I have had a guest.
Alexis Martin Jul 2011
She looks beautiful with that face on.
That is her goal
distraction.
Her chapped lips painted red,
sunken eyes lined with black.
Her skin and bones dressed up in silk,
lifeless hair pinned back.
She looks beautiful with that face on.

But no one knows what is pumping through her veins.
Those magic chemicals
synthetic.
She can no longer feel the things we can,
caloused to all emotion.
Her heart was sold to the devil,
the devil on the street corner with a bag of goodies.
No, no one knows what is pumping through her veins.

She signed her name in blood on the dotted line.
All she wanted was an escape,
temporary.
Now that realm is all she knows,
reality is a thing of the past.
She can never return to the life she once had,
but why would anyone want to go back there.
To that place.

Besides,
she looks beautiful with that face on.
Alexis Martin Jan 2011
And here I go again.

I
  am  
       so
           out
                  of

                         control

                       in
               hate
       with
you

You are not making this any easier.

Your
         hungry
                      eyes
                            fea­st

                                     mercilessly

                             upon
                       this
              lonely
corpse
                                ­                                                            
I need to re-center myself.

Find
       the
             perfect
                           balance

                                          where

       ­                         wrong  
                 coexists
         with
right

But, I am afraid.

Can't
          let
               you
                      be

                           the

                     one
              who
        got
away

So, I'll stay.
Even if it
(hopefully)
kills me.
Alexis Martin Jan 2011
You love me,
You love me not.
Which petal will you pull off of the flower today?

-

So unpredictable,
like a weather system moving in.
Cloudy with a chance of heartache
Sunny with a high of butterflies.
I never know how to prepare myself.
Do I board up the windows,
or do I put my heart back on my sleeve?

-

Getting dizzy from the circles you spin me in,
my legs are growing weary from chasing after you.
I always follow your lead,
never asking where you are taking me
never looking before I leap.
That always comes back to haunt me...

-

Why is this all so one-sided?
Don't I have a say in things?

-

*Ha, that's a good one.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Alexis Martin Jan 2011
Emotionless.
What happened to your smile?
It would light up the dark alleys of my mind.
Silent.
What happened to your laughter?
It could conquer all the demons in my heart.
Defeated.
What happened to your strength?
I counted on it to catch me before I fell.

What happened to you?

Now,
darkness has taken over.
I see no shine, no fire burning inside you.
You tied yourself to an anchor
Merciless
and look where it took you,
The bottom.
How is it all the way down there?
Alone.
But you're not alone,
I'm reaching for you
All you have to is take my hand.
Just open your eyes.
Embrace your pulse,
feel your lungs crying for oxygen.
There is still a heart left inside you,
Let me help you find it again.
Let me help you find yourself again.

*You are alive.
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