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 Oct 2016
Janey Rose
The pieces left one day
And I became a shell
Hallowed and cleaned

Then they all ran
They all ran from me
Saying it was me who fled

I still have my blood
I still have my hair
Maybe my eyes are a little more dead

Maybe my thoughts are more somber
Maybe my heart holds more anger
Maybe I am simply getting older

Maybe they can't relate

But to be afraid of the truth
What a pathetically sad way to be
As I mope in the comforting cloud of self pity

Change made me different
But change did not set me free

And everyone knew it
Everyone
Except for me
 Oct 2016
Janey Rose
Time does not bring back excitement
Time does not bring back chills
It falls through our hands like running water
Running, flying through the seconds and days
spent with you

I would rip off my skin and patch you with it
You would claw at the stresses that come my way
But time will show us the ugly details
The print we did not read before we signed

I could turn myself into a monster
Thinking about all the things I know you like
I would tape and cut all my flaws
So I would not be such a strain, to you and myself, my love

Time has made your face too familiar
It drained me of all the reasons I once held so dear
And you swim in my mind every place that I go  
Will I ever wring myself clean of you

And you say it is fine as if those words change my mind
And they do every time because I never follow through

Time heals and time changes
And love is something that pushes, pulls
on our insides
Time hurts and time brings new
And love is the chain that keeps me from
walking away from you

And we have dug this hole
We have dragged ourselves all the way down
We have fallen, we have bones broken
And all that's left to do is to stare at each other
Into black hole eyes

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