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liz Oct 2015
Walk him up the driveway
through the door
up into your room
and see what it is he really wants.

Look at him in the eye
listen to him
and try to speak
and see if he'd do the same.

Watch his heart
that he claims is broken
and be the judge
of whose fault
it really is.

Take him to the water
look into his eyes
as you test his memory-
he'll look away every time.

It'll break you're heart, but it was already broken anyway.
Because you would've let him in
knowing he doesn't know respect
he doesn't know silence
he doesn't remember you.

You'll suddenly realize
that you didn't love him to pieces,
you loved him in pieces...
while he never even loved you at all.
liz Sep 2015
The first day was the worst day,
simply because that pointed smile invited me to play.
The time it took to count my wishes
was the time in which I knew I was going to need some stitches.
I talk to you, in the dead of night
when your not around and I just need to feel alright.
Yet you sit in your silence
while those golden eyes cut like diamonds.
You had a list, and I had mine-
It was the way in which you smiled...
the way in which you could lie as easily as the time.

It was the way in which I believed in you...
And how you disappeared into abyss of blue.

All of this and more without keeping my tongue tied
was the way in which a part of me had died.
All of this and more
liz Aug 2015
I slipped
and found the bruises beneath my feet.
The damage wasn't in the fall,
it was in letting go on repeat
just to get back up
and walk on these empty, sawdust streets.
The fall was full of periods,
composed of all your incomplete sentences.
The ground held all the broken bones
of the broken hearts.
The rain drowned the tears,
the thunder muffled the screams.


Yet, you found your hands in front of you
and your feet on the road.
Your fingers kissed your lips
as you took your first step
from the way down.

On the way down, you find the courage to let go of the things you were strong enough to let in.
liz Aug 2015
red
I've never tasted a color before,
until I met you and hit the floor.
Counting the wood chips,
I can see the way your heart trips.
So, I've tied my tongue to save myself
but I still turn to find your heart beside mine on the shelf.
Nightmares force me to think of you,
cause I’ll wake up remembering this is the way you felt, too.
The sirens call for you in the night
But your a heavy sleeper, try as you might.
I wore this dress and waited for you
months later, alone, it turned blue.
Then, one night sleeping in the rain,
I found your promises in my pockets to explode the pain.
They didn’t come from where you locked it,
but I took them, and waited for my heart to split.

I'm wearing this color, because it's full of love
and I'm waiting for you to see me
Yet, you don't even know my favorite color
painfully knowing this is the only way this is going to be.
liz Jul 2015
It's when the ocean waves stop singing
When she feels like she's drowning.
  Jul 2015 liz
Jax levii
every time time you
Tell your daughter
You yell at her
Out of love
You teach her to confuse
Anger with kindness
Which seems like a good idea
Till she grows up to
Trust men who hurt her
Cause they look so much
Like you
liz Jun 2015
Eight minutes.
Eight minutes, the journey of light from the sun to her windowsill.
It's here she'll sit, waiting in her velvet chair with a patience so still.
Fingers tap against the cold white marble, thinking about jumping.
But she's tried before, and hands grabbed her wings and pulled them back and made her feathers stuffing.
And then the Angel thought about the moon- it was created by imperfections.
The angel took a step back with a hearts new rhythm, already feeling the disconnections.
The light only ever blinded and burned what was beneath the halo of a righteous follower.
She kisses the darkness and the stars weren't hidden, they held her power.

Eight minutes.*
Eight minutes, the journey of light from the sun to her windowsill.
But she isn't home anymore with a chair to fill.
She gathered her folded wings and ran
And learned how to fly without the light, just because she can.
Rebellion doesn't have to me loud.
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