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Lips touch for the first time
Feeling like the world is mine
Who knew it could get this good
Wondering if you ever a knew love like mine
Let's leave the lust and start with the trust
Letting go starts a new
Together we can make most days feel like better days
Call me with sweet words and a soft touch from you
Love is the best when it comes from you
Thoughts and memories of your touch
Let's be renewed
Embrace life with this heart for you
running miles
barefoot,
desperation pleading,
feet bleeding,
as i anxiously seek
salvation.

solid stance,
taking a chance
as i hold onto
what i believe in.

it's the difference
of who i thought i was
versus
who i truly am.

thank god
this
runaway
learned
how
to
stand.
Music fills my viens
Music cleans my pain
These wounds across my soul
Are gaping open , a widening hole
I dance with tears in my eyes
I dance to escape, to a new high
To forget the world behind me
To forget the things I see
I dance until my heart might burst
To forget the painful thirst
I dance tell I lose my way
I dance from night tell day
So lost in this party
Please, don't try to find me
I cling to the rough,
warped edges
and **** in a breath
as I feel them tear
through my fingers.
The blood makes it slick,
easier to fall,
or easier to slide.

I shuffle my feet,
and I slide,
ever so delicately,
wind slapping my face,
but gently.  
We slide here.

I came out here to see
something.
I don’t know what.
I could hear it humming
in the back of my mind,
and it sounded warm.

My blood is warm,
and the cuts sting,
more when I grab on
tighter.
I can feel some going right
down to the bone.
I wince when it scrapes,
but my teeth don’t crack,
so I can hold on
a little longer.

It’s quiet,
and I know there
should be voices.
There should be
many voices.
Shouting.
Screaming.
But there’s nothing.
Only the wind in my ears,
and the shuffle of my feet.
There’s no sound for when I bleed.

At least it’s bright out.
I just wish I could see
something.
Anything, so long as
it’s warm.
I could hear it,
like a promise,
in a dark room with
bare white walls
and rain coming in
through the cracks in
the window.

It’s gone now,
even the room
is gone.
And it’s so quiet.
It hurts being out here,
so I slide, ever so quietly.
No one will hear me,
not out here,
not if I slide.

The ground is close.
I could make it.
I could let go,
and still bleed,
but the pain would end.
I could let go,
and maybe then I’d
hear them.

The ground is close.
I could make it.
Maybe even
land on my feet.
I could let go,
and walk it off.
Walk,
but where?

Even the room
is gone,
and it’s so quiet,
no one to even
scream.
I came out here
to see.
To hear,
to feel
something.

I walked
here.
And now there’s only
the blood on my hands,
and the silence,
and I can’t feel the pain
anymore,
it’s too deep,
there’s only the blasted
silence,
and the bright light of day
that blinds my every move
as I try to climb and wish
I could jump,
and if I could only hear them,
hear them shout,
scream,
“Climb!” or
“Jump!”
I would do either in a heartbeat,
just to stop the blood.  
Just to stop the pain I can’t even feel.

But everything is gone.
So I slide.

— The End —