Sailing saints with bloodied hearts,
Starting strifes without good tide,
Kingdoms crumble,
Buildings fall,
Who will end up with it all?

The hearts so strong,
Sturn, quiet, hearts of gold.

The diamonds so open,
Bright eyes, flirting words and wondering hands.

The spades so wise,
Fighting, Fighting, buying time.

The clubs so blind,
Driven, Driven by blood and greed, but is that what you really need?

Kingdoms crumble,
Buildings fall,
Who will end up with it all?

The king was ill,
The Queen is strong,
Forced once to face her fall.

The Jack is wise,
The Joker mild,
Flags of war are not their style.

Peastant children taught to rule,
Mixed blood is strongest,
Spades is not the land of fools.

Four kindoms strong,
Balance long,
Will it ever be all gone?

The most heart wrenching
Soul shaking
Mind clenching
Fear...

You were born to be Artemis,
Brave, free,
Your heart broke your spirit,
Your hormones and adrenaline fighting for your body and your brain racing for a restart.
You?
You wish you were a computer, you wish to be free of a filleted heart and a poisoned mind.
But your chains will never break, and you know it.

You strive instead for chemical imbalance,
For your body's need and you're mind's release,
Homing for a delay, a way around your love.
You bite and nip and ride and kiss and claw and scream AND NOTHING IS LEFT.
You are, you have become need.

But under every need? Lies a parallel, a turning point, a breaking zone.
You have a void inside yourself, an abyss if fears, all of them.
And your fears,
Your human human fears?
They'll eat you alive,
You could never escape.

So face them!
Fight!
Untill every nerve is gone and the blood has left and the bones are broken!
Fight!

Fight yourself..
Fight to be human.
Fight and turn to water,
Rejuvenate yourself,
Let your voice be nothing but reverb...
But then be nothing but sound itself!
Be free little Artemis.
Be free with Persephone.

Its crochet dumb ****.

...
Though with mild guilt I must attempt to say, they are for a good friend,
A true one,
Who lets me treat her bad and calls me the best,
And I'd do so many things for,
To make up for all my messes

...
So I didn't buy seven dollar made by a broken sweatshop woman gloves,
I went out for yarn and made my own,
Cursing and spitting all the way,
Because hey, friendship is cool,
And I'll punch you if you look at her wrong.
The broken lady doesnt know enough about her to do that.

I woke fron the depths of army men and poisoned spiders,
Lakes and oceans, home and heavens,
I woke to the slow musicled motions of a sick man,
Achily bending my head to the side for a glance at te clock.

I woke to crying, sobbing, the tears of my brother,
Yelling, frustration of my mother and father,
I woke in tear break, shaky and stolen, somber.

I crawled slowly out of bed,
Wading through water that no one sees, or feels,
Lips paper dry and mouth gaping in drought.
I wake to thirst.

Tea is delivered with a good natured sigh,
A complaint about over work, and a need to return to it,
A slight slump to ever tired shoulders and a gentle push back into bed with words that would be, gentler if you weren't just as exghausted as me ,
but lacking the sleep.

I sigh and lay semi paralyzed , staring at the cieling unseeingly, eyes blinking, slow snow.
I attempt relief from this bed again, knowing returned sleep will grant me more nightmares,
And I sigh, slowly pulling myself to a standing,
My head pounds and my stomach aches.

I attempt to sip at tea,
And I burn my lips?
Startled by this reality I wobble, not managing my mundane task,
I whimper, tears of thin skinned surprise in my eyes,
And slowly, so slowly,
Return to bed.

Hey, Hey Pennsylvannia,
You're a pretty boy, with a 8bit gold heart,
You're a sweet word after cinide,
You're the kitchen knife, shoved in my side,
You're just every bit as dangerous.

Never, Never get your hopes up,
For a boy like Pennyslvannia,
He'll make you think you can love again,
And smash you down like a real kind gent,
Don't fall in love,
Don't fall in love, Virginia.

There are ghosts,
Ideas, inklings,
Of the touches you left,
On my hands, my neck, my hipbones

The places you said you'd kiss
The places you meant to touch
The things you wanted to claim.

I loved you,  
I loved you as much as a butterfly heart can,
Broken, sad and lonely
I know you were happy when I loved you,
But I only felt your absence,
How busy you were with the rest of the world,
All those prettier girls,
I wasn't mad when you kissed her.

I still feel you sometimes,
How safe I felt with you...
No one else has ever made me feel that way.
I feel your hands on top of mine,
The nights when I was big spoon,
And the nights when you were.

I wish you could have shown that you needed me,
Not just said it before running away again.
I wish I could have been better for you,
But in the end, I'm not programmesd to love,
I'm a butterfly heart running on cigarette smoke,
And you?
You're my last kiss with Venus.

Loveless leways into a new day,
Fluttering free falls into us,
We're become an idea but never a probability,
Paper plane people.

There are a thousand miles and three time zones between us,
We aren't lovers,
We couldnt ever be,
But friendship is all we can see,
Our sparkling sea in the middle of north america.

We're paper plane children.
I feel safe at my im oriented home with you,
Forgotten to forget our little island,
We've forged a line on our maps,
will we ever walk it?

The idea of you,
The very idea of you apeals to me.
We are such opposites,
But in that we found some sort of quiet easy friendship.
Can maybe someday...
We dip our toes into the lives of paper plane children?
Maybe find some maps,
And a train or too,
So maybe someday I can touch you.