526

To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing—
Or only a divine.

It is not of the Bird
Who sings the same, unheard,
As unto Crowd—

The Fashion of the Ear
Attireth that it hear
In Dun, or fair—

So whether it be Rune,
Or whether it be none
Is of within.

The “Tune is in the Tree—”
The Skeptic—showeth me—
“No Sir! In Thee!”

You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance

twinkle, twinkle
    distant fire
      someday life won't make me tired
    hearing silent pleas for help
   cuts stacked on her arms like shelves
twinkle, twinkle
    starry night
     disillusioned slaves won't fight
    we would rather try to be
  like the icons on TV
twinkle, twinkle
   ***** of hell
     sacrificing thought is swell.

The sun drowns,
sinking below the Pacific,
the horizon line aflame
with it's last dying declaration,
and she whispers,
her hand cold in his as she fades
into the ocean that consumes the sun,
*don't forget me

Someday, someone's going to break your heart
The way you did with mine
Then finally, finally
You'd know how it feels like to be broken,

The kind of broken that's going to have you
Physically force yourself out of bed every morning
Just so you can make it to school on time.

The kind of broken where you can't stand
Listening to the endless loops of
Love songs playing on the radio.

The kind of broken that leaves you
In a daze at random moments during the day
That people have to snap their fingers
In front of your face just to get your attention.

The kind of broken where you physically
Feel your heart hurt even though
It's the hypothalamus, which is in the brain
that gives the feeling of love.

Someday you're going to have a taste of your own medicine.
That's when you'll finally understand
The anguish and agony you've brought to me.
That's when you'll understand
How everybody gets their great heartbreak.
That's when you'll see,
I wasn't over reacting.
That's when you'll feel,
What it's like to have your heart broken
To the point that you think
You're incapable of falling in love again.