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  Dec 2015 Farrah Eve
Pablo Picasso
bleached
beneath
a 10 kilowatt
moon
anticipating
geometry
the smell
of soap
that same
instant
calling into
question
bisexuality
without flesh
or
the vibration
of blood
Farrah Eve Dec 2015
So where are you now
in your Desperate Bubble of Escape?

why do I spite it so
your Desperate Bubble of Escape

Do I feel Jealousy for the Bubble herself?
or
Do I feel Envy of you for getting a Bubble?

Is it attention or serenity that I want?
Its easy to find serenity in attention though
you don't seem to see it like that

but I do

Where is my desperate bubble of escape?

Trapped inside yours...?
  Dec 2015 Farrah Eve
Shay
It was once said that we "accept the love we think we deserve",
and I think of you and all the ways you'd shatter my nerves;
when you'd raise your voice or even a hand
every time I did something wrong - a mark on my skin you'd brand.

I was your canvas and your punches were the paintbrushes colouring me in,
painting me in explosions of blue, purple, red; completely covering my skin.
I took the poison you leaked and absorbed it entirely,
calling it love and I thought of you very highly.

I'd just wipe away my tears and apologise for making you mad,
convincing myself that I was the one who was bad -
but really you were the gunman shooting me down,
and the one pushing my head under the water hoping I'd drown.

It was once said that we "accept the love we think we deserve"
and as I sit here reflecting our "love" with reserve,
I realise I thought I was worthy of nothing but your violence,
but now I know better and the compassion I truly deserve is priceless.
Farrah Eve Nov 2015
Oh if dear
I could only saturate your hunger for the lust of love and smoke

And if only dear
You found the haunting beauty that I see
In wet mascara'd eyelashes against cheeks
And the sweet sweet cigarette kissess you give me

Winter is upon us
And so we both are lost
I play my records over the sounds of slaughtered hearts
But your blind to my will
And so Here I lay dead and still

Lovely scars
Stretch down your back from my awful forbidden hours
Lovely liar
He spins his mendacious web around my hips and around my eyes oh
In between the books of music and men's wars of times

Winter is upon us
And so we both are lost
I play my records over the sounds of slaughtered hearts
But your blind to my will

I have not a name for what I crave!
but this adoration haunts me for days
I cannot find A single time where I can rest my clouded head
All the pillows made of lead
Only bloodied towels remind me of why I exsist
Its like my life force must show itself too proove, unlike the way you've ever been to me.

Winter is upon us
And so we both are lost
I play my records over the sounds of slaughtered hearts
But your blind to my will

Dead and Still
Dead and Still
                Still
                Still
               ­ Still
                Still
                Still
              ­  Still
Farrah Eve Nov 2015
I said goodnight to someone else tonight
Someone who wasn't you
Someone who lives in distant lands I wish I could go to

I said goodnight to someone else tonight
With a wink and that wish
But not a kiss like I'd give you
if you were still on my list

I said goodnight to someone else tonight
Someone who seems to care more than you do
But the whole time I was staring at that polaroid of you
Farrah Eve Nov 2015
I feel such a connection to the wind-drawn blue
who was plucked from the sky to the sea and into my own mysterious eyes of two

I don't think I deserve blue
I think you do,
but that warm brown makes me happier than ice ever could
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