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You walked into my life
And strode over my feelings
Crushing
My heart
In every step
Throughout the path
You traversed
My blood marked your way
When you ran back
To the entrance
Fearing I would value you
A little too much
Scared that you would fall in love
A little too much

But Alas ain’t I the little girl?
Who had once sent a prayer up above
“Watch over him, Lord!”
And you struck me down with your words
And your actions so well constructed
And I?
Being the little girl as always
I didn’t even try
To chain you down with the fire of my love
What if it burned you down?
What then would be the remedy?
I didn’t even try
To drag you back
With snarles of seduction
Or little sweet nothings
I didn’t even try
To smoke your cigarette
And kiss your lips
To match your taste

I just watched you
Walking across
A patch of grassland
When you mistook my tears
To be
Mere dew drops


Dear darling friend of mine
Some day you will find
A star shining bright up in the sky
Beckoning you to love
Not to criticize
Dear darling love of mine
And that day you will realize
That the sparks of success raining down on you
Have already been paid for
With the life of a little girl
Who
Loved you a little too much
Who
Cared about you a little too much
Who
Let herself fall down thirty storeys
In loving memory
In French, "I miss you" isn't really said. They say Tu Me Manques which means "I am missing from you". I came across this word in tumblr while going through my feed. It is - indeed - a very intimate word and since I am detaching myself from most loved ones, I hereby say TU ME MANQUES MAYAA
at times the sun is nice
but only when the moon emerges
do i reveal my true light
Just tonight, I won't do this for you
I may be nothing
But you can't hit nothing
And ***** you for thinking
I'm just enough to keep punching

I'm not much of a feminist
But I know what the difference is
Between love and violence
Your affection is not factoring in
The broken capillaries under my skin

Just tonight, I won't do this for you
I don't like being told what to do
Don't hold me down in your bedroom
It doesn't get me off
It only ****** me off

I can try to be your baby
You can try to save me
Gotta be a gentleman before I act like a lady
'Cause being a fine lover
Will not be your cover

Just tonight, I won't do this for you
I may not be worth enough
But I know what the difference is
Between violence and love
And I choose *love
for me this is purely hypothetical. i've never experienced a physically abusive relationship; i'm just very inspired by the subject. and of course, some of the lines can be taken metaphorically as emotional hits.
The good ones are still good
If every once in a while
They go into a bad situation
With lukewarm intentions.
in the brightest corner of the forest trees,
rested a gentle and pure autumn leaf
he never quite asked much for anything
just water and a home from his strong tree

but alas! winter was close to being the season
the leaf heard from the tree that he had to leave it
stunned with deep worry, the leaf begged for a reason
but the leaf heard the tree and he had to believe it

so one by one, the little leaf observed his friends
being ripped from the branches to their curious ends
but this leaf stayed strong, he did not waver or pretend
yes, the leaf stayed strong, he was the last one left

but alas! the wind came along and asked the leaf why:
"why do you stay here when the days have gone awry?
pretty soon, dear friend, you'll have to say goodbye
make it easy on yourself and don't live a lie"

the leaf replied: "you would not believe all i've seen
my friends, they've all left, and i'm left here to grieve
i cling to my home, you see, i have to believe
that i'm more than a passing, more than a leaf"

the wind answered with a startling gust:
"is it the tree you believe and not me you trust?
you'll be fine, dear friend, you will not turn to dust
it is a new life, you'll see, but you will adjust"

the leaf retorted, with a shake of his sides:
"i'm afraid for my home, my friends and my life
wherever i may go, will i make there all right?
the world is so big and i'm in such a fright"

the wind replied, "the world is never perfect
at times we must leave that which makes us certain
the harder our path, the longer we must search it
this home will belong to others; they soon will learn it"

the tree, trying to sleep, finally awoke from its dream
"dear leaf, don't you know, you must let go of me?
we've had some great times, but i will soon freeze
we must part ways; i will have other leaves"

the leaf became frazzled, fed up with his options
he changed colors for the tree; the tree didn't want him
"why did i spend all these months to be forgotten,
to be cast out so lonely, afraid and unwanted?"

the wind said, "fear not, dear friend, you may feel lonely now
but i am wherever you are, and i won't let you down
i am your new home, and when you feel me around
just know i'm with you, and i'll lift you off the ground"

the leaf resolved with a steady hesitation
he had lost many friends but gained one with patience
"i am still uncertain but i trust my realization
that new beginnings are endings of greater elation"

so in the brightest corner of the forest trees,
floated away a gentle and pure autumn leaf
where he was to go, he couldn't say with certainty
but he had the wind to carry him, and that was all he'd need
i wanted to tell a story for the challenge; this spilled out. i don't even know.
I wish you well, my wishing well; I can't deny the bed you've made
I knocked the clock off of the wall; it was always wrong anyway
I'd argue my reality, but I deserve the love as much as the pain
Taking arrows to the heart like needles plunged to the vein

I don't exactly fit the part of she who deceives it all and loses
Then again, you're the shining star, of Robitussin and ***** fits
The nights weren't worth their weight, in every song and noir flick
When you're cornered and half-alive, it's easy to spill your secrets

Talking like you couldn't be thrown; rocked but couldn't roll with it
I made my bed in my own making of hell; I'll step to the wonderment
Don't you know, love is more than a game and the love of playing it?
How were you so true and yet so horribly deceptive with this?

But still I wish you well, as much as you played with my soul
If I had an enemy greater than your treachery, I don't wanna know
If it's ride or die, I guess I'll fly; you let me in, 'til I had to let you go
But the kiss on the lips left an imprint, that still refuses to show...
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