Pt. I
Longing for your
lonely fingertips
The taste of the space
between your breaths
Slow sips of
Your coffee lips
My Hands
Your Hips
The bite
The kiss
The marks you left
When I couldn't get you
Out of my neck
Screaming off my chest
In the morning
We meant it harder
Than tying our tongues
in goodbye
a new record
inside your cheek
where you hide the most
beautiful smile alive
before you dressed it up
to oppress the rest
in an ironic twist  
of fate

Pt. II*

I was listening
To *The Decline
On the way home
From your place

I felt like I might do the same

But the moon was rising
and it looked like the Death Star
In the distance

There's still hope somewhere
it reminded me
To keep finding what I'm looking for

The country roads always
look more beautiful
When Mother Nature
Is dying
To fall apart
Gracefully

Don't we all wanna fall apart
so gracefully?

i feel like
a poisonous flower
planted in a garden
full of beautiful flowers

and maybe,
that's why
no beautiful butterfly
will come
to pollinate me
some love and happiness

-*l.m

Beware the sheep, its in disguise.
Controlling the earth with his roots
Soon you'll be ensnared.
A feast it'll have on your flesh,
A celebration with your soul.

A grey night, dreary.
You're the only golden ray.
I sit and watch you.
Your lips moving slowly, silently, precisely.
You don't make a sound as you sing into the night.
We feel it in our tears.
We feel it in the bass.

Your heart beating faster,
Then slow
Every passing moment.
Forgetting who and where we are.
Who we have to go back to.
Forgetting we were never supposed to be holding eachother.
Forgetting we were never supposed to be this weak.

Your lips stop moving.
I see your breath.
I know it hurts so bad to breathe this in.
It hurts to feel the truth.
As we lay in eachothers arms
We realize we're this weak.
And we're supposed to be here.

The song stops playing.
You finally look down.
A smile spreads across your lips
And you're not hiding anymore.
You're eyes flash brightly,
You finally let me in.
The next song plays.

We hold eachother tighter.
And we laugh.
No more scars.
No more tears.
No more anxiety.