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Kyla Mae Pliskie Jan 2012
And the fact remains in these broken frames
I loved you too much
and I took it all
I dried up, everything.

You wanted me to feel the pain
well, i'm bleeding now
I tried erasing the pages
but I don't know how

and it's too late
it's almost gone.
These events are permanent.

Like the scars on my wrist
and the sun in your eyes
yeah, I tried to go home
but you used your pride

to lock that door,
I couldn't wait anymore.
my bones were cold
so I fell again.

And I can only blame myself
I can't deny that truth
but my wings were getting tired
and I leaned on you

now that's just an excuse
and i'm too selfish
to give a ****.

Will I ever breathe again?
yeah, I often try
the silence rings in my ears
a broken lullaby

and i'm a mess,
i'm just a ******* lie
and it's been tiring.

You're screaming in my face
but I can't hear you
i'm drunk again,
but that's nothing new

and I blame you.
I still blame you
I will never change.

Taking this punishment
is everything I deserve.
The death and the pain
you said you've had it worse

no, you were just the first.
And now i'm left to hurt.
setting off on my
sinking ship.


Memories in our minds
like a beating drum
I can open up my voice
harsher words are sung

capsizing over,
and over
over again.
Kyla Mae Pliskie Jan 2012
there's fire for sweeping
patience; take it or leave it
i'm leaving. it's reaching
its' full potential
this season.
i'm lost when i don't
feel that anymore
when we are holding so close
it's the burning
i'm addicted
i wish i felt it
in my veins.
clawing in between breaths
muscles restless
i'm too wired, dead desire
need to be near it...
the fire;
i can feel that.
the resistance is fading
right off of the page.
don't hold me back
'cause i'm bursting.
powerless, but the storm
couldn't hurt me
i've wrapped my finger
around this disaster
so, let me run...
let me feel this
don't follow my voice
just let me vanish.
cold wind blows upon my face
last breath
last embrace
i'm trading it all
for one last taste.
can you feel it, too?
where it's residing within you
it's where i need to be
forcefully forgetting the freedom
*detaching.

— The End —