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Liz Anne Aug 2012
You are hope and I am the withered trees
Please don't take anything I say personally
Liz Anne Aug 2012
You would've been perfect
If you'd have come along
Before I changed my mind

We could've been perfect
If you had been there
Before I made my plans

I should've been perfect
If I hadn't seen the road
Before you came along
Liz Anne Jul 2012
I'm not offering apologizes
         Silver eyes and long white daggers follow me
You'll have to take it as it is
         A ghost on my back I can't yet scratch
If I'm the first to leave
         Ice and pine needles make it hard to breathe
Let a new life begin
         You're living in a world where kindness isn't free
I'm not afraid of crashing
         Padded footsteps follow more than silently
Fate isn't friendly now
         Rocky ice begs to cut my palms and feet
But that's how it is
         Six and five, maybe forty more stalking me
Here's how I plan to be
         Is it really worth it to wish we'd all come clean?
If you don't like your answer
         Frozen winds call but it’s so much colder in the night
You can take it quietly
         Soft fur keeps brave hearts warm if incomplete
And leave me to the wolves
         They'll find me yet but I won't run from casualty
I hear they are content
         I too have claws that make me weak
To welcome one like me
Liz Anne Jul 2012
I caught the bouquet
Petals and all
When I was only ten

But you kissed me
And I let it fall
I was still thirteen

You promised to be
My every need
Sixteen, I didn't believe

I sip my rosewater tea
A much better use
Of my thorny nineteen
Liz Anne Jul 2012
Sanity is no greater than one's desire to overcome reality.
Without it all one's imaginings are attainable.
And reality becomes infinite.
Liz Anne Jul 2012
When I say I want more
Than this small town could offer

When I say I give more
Than this small town asks of me

When I say I've loved more
Than this small town could know

When I say I need more
Than this small town wants me to

I mean to say I am more
Than this small town would let me be
Liz Anne Jul 2012
I can't breathe and its your fault. You are all the elephant sitting on my lungs. With each breath your weight is all the more crushing. Every little struggle makes me so close to hating you. Hate is hollowing. I have felt it. You think you can't help it, you call me cruel. Words weigh more than you'd care to know so even in that I suppose you really don't care about me. Even in that love is a flighty phrase you haven't yet used with sincerity. But you don't know it or maybe you just won't admit it. I always hope you'll each find your way but please don't sit and wait, please don't sit any longer on my lungs, for me to find my way. I've found it now, so quietly and I'm afraid, I'm overjoyed, I chose the path leading far and away.
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