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It's the screech of tires
As the world descends into fire
And you conspire
To take my life away

You live so desperately
Act as if I am your destiny
**But I am not the girl you want me to be
I watch you while you sleep
You are so peaceful
Oh I am ready to take this leap
I am ready to show you off to the people

You hold my small desires
You hold my hand
As I walk on a wire
You are my safe place to land
Alienate the heart wound in gold
A damaged soul knows no bounds
I'm running full speed towards a wall of bricks
No breaks left in me
I'm all out of time
Luck is never on my side
I'm forging my death certificate
No one can know I'm alive
No one can know that I sit in a room
And stare
And wonder
About the beauty
And the destruction
Of it all
Because the way her eyes shine is now becoming your only source of light and the way her hand feels in yours is the only source of comfort you've known. The way you hold her is becoming your religion,you only have faith in her,and the way her eyes s h i n e. The color of her eyes is becoming the ocean you want to drown in and the way her hair falls in her face makes you almost fall in love. Almost.


2. Because when she shows up at your house at 3 A.M.,crying her eyes away you hold her and tell her to stay strong because you are here and she is more than the words leaving their mouths. The salty taste that lingers between you two after the first kiss is giving you a feeling more than happiness. A bliss you've never known has captured your soul.The shock and adoration in her smile is making this moment become a snapshot,a memento that you keep close to your heart. The way her pain becomes your pain until both of you are hurting and loving because this moment,her eyes, are telling you this is p e r m a n e n t and you almost save her. Almost.


3. Because when she leaves,in the worst way possible,you wonder if her eyes are still shining in Heaven and you hope she isn't in Hell, despite what they say. "Its a sin." is the whisper that flows through the funeral and you cry her a grave made of everything beautiful in the world. The light is gone from your eyes now,they have been since you heard the words,kindly given,but with malicious intent hidden under their throats. "She killed herself." The world is spinning and everyone needs to be quiet, everyone needs to stop saying she is dead because she isn't. She lives in your memory,and yours alone and this pain in your chest is making it hard to breathe and you wish you were d e a d and you almost go too. Almost.

4.Because even now,twenty years later,you no longer hurt. You have a family now. Adoring kids and a wife who's eyes shine so b r i g h t. But every year,on her death day,you still pull out her picture and you smile with her smile and remember the days when she made everything big feel small. And you almost miss her. **A L M O S T
What does a young child know
Of hatred
When all he knows is love
How can he tell the difference
Between false sweetness that stains the teeth
And true sweetness that never fades from the heart

How can a young child understand
That the mans bulge in his pants
Is not candy
He is not safety
And he will destroy whatever innocence is left
I got an amber alert and wrote this.
I wanted to walk out,
I want to walk away

I mean it,
I meant it

Now,

I saw the reflection
Of why I built,
And try to build my walls,
My armor,
My vanguard,
Myself... again
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