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Erin Melody Nov 2011
With heat at my back
and cold on my path,
I'm alone.
There's faces
and a blinking orange light
with question marks
and the door is closed.
The hall is empty.
The glass is cold against my knuckles,
but I just keep breathing,
trying to forget the emptiness.
Somewhere behind me I dropped my soul.
I'll have to go back,
go back, go back.
I can't go back to that place,
that dark, creaking staircase
with blinding sunlight
and short goodbyes.
I open my mouth to speak,
but I only remember two words.
I'm feeling things that aren't there.
I'm waiting for messages that will never appear.
Numb to the weather,
I'll just walk home,
'cause there's nowhere else to go.
Erin Melody Nov 2011
she sends wishes to the rooftops below her
with a nod and a sigh
This tiny city seems so big when she's stuck in the middle
tall on a mountain of concrete and asphalt
while thick little raindrops kiss her skin
and she breathes in the air she misses every afternoon on the way home
She inhales the wishes that settled from the rooftops
She feels a gust of peace as she passes the cathedral door
and catches a glimpse of the sad riot of color that paints the windows
The solemn  composition of a prayer carries out into the air
but then softly diminishes among stone and steel
She sighs as she recognizes the harsh beauty
the sad revival
the colorful cold
She sees the world with eyes for beautiful sadness
She loves what surrounds her with hard comfort
and for all it's worth
she knows this isn't where she belongs
So she leaves the concrete behind
and leaves her wishes to the rooftops
Erin Melody Nov 2011
i'll do anything for love
i'll sleep in every bed i find
for the chance to stay alive
i'll wear those blankets proud
i'll cry when i wake up
and scowl at the morning sun
as i walk out the front door
onto the frozen streets
it's a tale as old as time
wherever love is dead
passion for recklessness prevails

i need some arms to fall into
i'm starting to lose my balance
i'm starting to think i'm thirsty
when i've already had too much to drink
i'm waking up in the wrong places
and walking further and further to get home
scowling at the morning sun
Erin Melody Nov 2011
i see my house
when the floors were covered with old wood
and plastic
and our dog was black
and our counter tops weren't finished

we loved to dance in the kitchen
she would come in from a cigarette
and i'd surprise her with her favorite song

and we'd dance

it would go past my bedtime
and i would look up at her for a second with worry

but she just kept on dancing

god only knows what kind of clear liquid was hiding
behind the cabinets or in the bathroom
but that was the beauty of the neivity of childhood
i always just thought she was happy to be with me
happy to be free
just dancing in the kitchen
Erin Melody Nov 2011
was it clear when we kissed?
Did something in my eyes say: 'Run away'?
when I grabbed your hand,
did you decide then that I never would again?
was something I said too honest or true?
Is my attraction too naive?
Are my feelings too new?
was the flower too clean?
was that penny on the train tracks too flat?
was your journey so far
you were afraid of not finding your way back?
when I sang you my song, were the harmonies off?
when you touched my skin it must not have been soft.
The train still hasn't come
and there's an empty spot on the floor
and the phone doesn't have that happy ring
that it had a month before.
How could it hurt? I know you're asking.
All these inadequacies keep a person alone.
watching you leave,
no more words on the phone,
the bruises are nothing new.
But come clean.
Please, dear, tell me truthfully-
was it my skin? my eyes? my heart?
when was the final scene where it was meant to fall apart?
I may seem strong, but I fell apart.
Erin Melody Nov 2011
4am
your sweat reminds me of rain
the scent is deep and strong
you breathe a warm wind on my face
your lips touch my ear with a secret that isn't there
nothing is held back between us
the strings pull away the suitcases
and somehow we're free
you're studying my skin
as if your fingertips long for new territory
and mine has yet to be explored
but that gaze you lay with me
leaves me reminded that you've always needed this
and i've always needed this
you waste away
as my imagination wastes me
and we go back to our daily demons
grasping at the corner of a smile
Erin Melody Nov 2011
you may as well have driven her to madness
never there to touch, just out of reach
that warm skin you hide,
she needed it
it was so close beneath her fingertips
but you flew away before she could hold you
so now the word "regret" appears
and she's so far gone
there's nothing she can do
she cradles your words
and aches for what could have been
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