We don't know what the future holds
Lets embrace the moments, let our dreams unfold
For now, I'll let you sweep me off my feet
But believe me baby, someday we'll meet

there's beauty in silence
except when
it echoes a void.

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that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

Your name does not matter to me.
Not with all the names you've called her,
Hanging in the air like
toxic gas suffocating innocent children.

You're too ashamed of the beautiful person you've created
to look her in the eyes.
Too afraid you'll see all of the things
you are not.

She cuts herself off
because the person she was told to trust,
took her heart
and sent it through a grinder.

She rations herself like she does her food,
too afraid to give herself away
because you taught her to
hate what the mirror reflected.

But of everything broken
that she has become,
she will only ever always be a
reflection of what you wish to be.

And I pray to whatever's living
that when she leaves,
she will take all of your
arrogant self-righteousness with her.