another night is falling,
my hands still holding nothing,
I gasp and grip and wish for your lips,
but its just one more solid ****** night,
broken hearts and long lost fights.

Naked, he searches for a soul,
hunting, hiding, fighting.
We are all traders,
angels in a devil's body,
fighting, falling, coming back up.

I no longer need your thin skinned metal promises.
My tights are not bound with fear and jackets built to hide.
No longer do I leave with fear in my heart that everyday shall be my last, but that any could be, and I should live with a fighter's soul, a scandal's mind and a lover's heart.
I am no longer simply a survivor, I am a flighter, living untill I am truely queen.
Silk skinned and croocked smiled I am in a race of slipery eals, winners in the eyes of the simple.
I am the last of a simple line of promises, built to last, to grow, to form in strength.
I am comfortable in any discomfort, a lady and a gentleman, a noble and a purse slash.
I have built to see your future, and fix it with strengthened hands and a solid heart,
I am part of every future, I am born to live,
Building my metal promises for our never ending shooting stars.

You're an urban legend,
You're a twisted fairytail.
Majestic within your monopily,
Winning, loosing, regardless,
You're a god, you're a player,
You're the queen, you're on top.
We all know your name,
You're imfamous,
Fabulous,
You're an american god.

We're all *******, our little lines,
we're falling, we're floating,
Strings coming and going.

I've lost feeling in my hands,
a coldness in my heart.
The strings are cutting off,
and keeping everything apart.

My eyes will close once they open,
skin stinging, blood dripping.
I'm dying, I'm living.

They keep my up,
they break my heart,
All my little strings,
I'm falling apart.

You are exquisite.
You are a masterpiece,
a diamond hidden in the sand.
You are a bat in the sunny sky,
a butterfly in the winter.
You are gorgeous.
You are simple, you are beautiful.

I don't think you know to the full extent just how wonderful you are.

I want to hear your every notion,
I want to hear your life story.
I want to listen to your tales,
I want to hear your laugh.
I want to curl around you when you need some place warm,
I want to wipe your every tear when you just can't stand this world anymore,
I want to make you happy.

But...
But I can't.

You don't need me.
You don't want me.
You smile fully on your own.
You don't need my arms.
You don't laugh when I am near.
You don't want me to hear your stories,
You don't need my listening ear.

Remember when I was afraid of you?
The idea, the very notion of you terrified me.
Evertime I entered our old bathroom I cowered,
Hiding deeper into the bagy filth that hid my curves.
The very idea of you made me turn away, curl my fingers, legs tighter together.
I never looked at you.
I pretended you weren't there,
That I couldn't see you.
That I couldn't see me.
I hid my face in my hands,
I cried,
I cried so many times, staring at you.

But now, things have changed.
I can stand before you unprotected,
Shaky,
Pale,
Soft,
But I'm not scared.
Because all there is to see is me.