they walk the same lines we did  
what a mistake to make today
a Tuesday is just a Tuesday now love

i still belong to someone else

the day i met you your voice sounded like charcoal and you told me mine sounded like cotton candy
antithesis was a constant
you watered the dying flowers that were growing along my back and
the delicacy
and grace with which you walked
reminded me of your fingertips that blessed the lilacs
the first time i saw you cry something grew inside of me
it wasn't darkness and it didn't hurt
it didn't make me want to scratch away at my insides
it was harmony  
and i sang to you on the phone while we fell asleep and you took my voice to cherish
and i bandaged your hands
i cleaned up the blood
and i held you in my own but i
didn't know mine would break soon too
and I didn't know you'd be the one to break them
so you took my hands
i gave you my skin when you said it smothered your sadness
you traced sunsets and a birdsong along my ridges and valleys
and i closed my eyes and your fingers became a part of me
you took my skin too.
sometimes you looked at me and you shook your head in awe
and you took my face in your hands and said i was so beautiful
but I didn't know what beautiful meant until you cried
you took my face too.
and you sang to me at night and i learned to fall asleep to the paradox of tears and happiness that played in your symphony
and your voice became the antidote and I wasn't scared to fall asleep anymore
you took my ears too.
and you stole
you stole all these things from me
peace doesn't exist inside of me anymore
the lilacs drowned in my tears and you took those too
i think you gave them away like you gave parts of me away
and I don't know who they belong to
but there's one thing you didn't take
and it was the only thing i wanted you to have forever

love

her fingers traced the knots in the trees
and her laugh tasted like sugar
intentions never ran as purely as they did through her veins.
violet flecks of the sunset
and a lovers kiss
she is foreign to suffering
whimsical
blinded
a sheet of fog covers her eyes.

he hasn't seen me in four months and my body misses his eyes. the only solace I've found has been in his songs and they push me farther away from myself than they teach you to in school.
so i play the albums on repeat because irony has become inherent.
I haven't heard those the three words since that boy I used as a proxy said them to me and they didn't ring true so i hung up.
the only time i really picked up the phone was when he called and said them ten times over and i still have the messages but i've realized they didn't ring true either and
i'm trying to hang those up too but
the phone line is broken so they just play on repeat.

ashes ashes we all fall down
i light the fire i strike the match
i laugh out of hysteria i can't even see and i will probably choose to forget this
it's raining and it's cold even though it's May
but then again i've been freezing ever since you left
you offer me a drag and i look at you with glass eyes
everything has turned black and white you are the only thing that is white i cannot see anything but you
and that's how it usually goes
your voice has stopped my internal bleeding and i am so high