Burning candles, dim light
Much like my mind, trying to fight
for that last breath of oxygen to keep it going
The ember, the wick, ever-glowing
Fingers, 10 of them grasping the rectangular device
Reaching, yearning, for some type of advice
Advice from words, long forgotten, yet still spoken
the only words that speak from my heart; the ever-precious token
Heartless, bitter, cold
All words used to describe a broken girl
Just doing as she's told
"Go on," he said "give me a little twirl."

Yellow blanket cascades over the hills and crevices of my body
I lay on this God forsaken couch for what seems like hours, observing the sleeping pattern of my restless brother
What's in his head?
What demons is he silently trying, but failing, to fight off?
Anxiety; companion of the sleepless
Still, motionless, like the bodies that lay 6 feet under, I become one with my surroundings
Does your heart ache when you get around me?
Does your heart break when you think about me?
The ache and the break numb themselves in to a dull roar and slink into a dull twinkle, much like that of    the old dying stars
No, no longer do I remember the hills and crevices of your body
they have long been forgotten
lost and blurred
the only reminder of anything remotely similar
is the hugging quality
of this yellow
blanket

it was what you made me feel
your heart in mine; a deal
safety at its finest
you were my home
like lovers do, we slept in one another
our own private Rome
now I have gone, no longer yours
sang so softly and low
*"You do your thing, bby"