If you'll pardon the intoxicated indigestion I have a rather erratic, dogmatic question: If I woke up in the morning and I were broken If I have used my last lucky little token Would you love me still? Would you join for the thrill? Would you stay for the past Or admit it couldn't last?
Time is flying, and I'm tired of trying To pretend I can't taste the sand. I loved you through everything I held you through broken wing If it were my turn because I wouldn't learn And had to burn to understand Would you still hold my hand?
I’m Sitting Waiting Thinking Drinking Patience Decaying Breaking Shaking Unshackling Unlatching A step Two more Bright Open sky Cloudy Smells like Lilac, lavender metallic Feast Flowers The scent Intoxicating Tormenting Corroding Blackening Darker Hiding now Colors Fading I’m losing Hiding in Crates Dying, Empty Emotionless Instinct... Animalistic How basic How human like, Cowering in the sight of Ones reflection How sad, How detestable Grotesque I’ve become what I fear “Myself.”
cyanide kisses subtle, deluded swaying softly against the tender skin of a sweaty cheek
subdued candle flame four hips gyrate to keep the quiet sting of counterfeit moonlight
the raging constitution of knowing your eyes But pressing hard to kiss his cough-drop Tongue and all this sudden asphyxiation
not looking up to conceal all the things I see in the quiet ammunitions of the letters of your name fading away ink bleeding with his sour hot saliva in your hallmark ricochet
the one you kept in the shirt pocket you kept close to your heart rate
I am afraid. What to do with such unspeakable emotion? I will hide beneath the surface of the fine lines of his face and forget about the almost had the tide against the rage in a ship of my own making an anemone bouquet the last reminder of the time and the day you made me feel able.
Find a love so deep, Find a life so neat, Find the challenge and the heat. Feel the cold and the warm, Feel the quite and the storm. And fall apart with the pressure and the noise, Fall apart with every second that it toys. Fall apart with the struggles of the beat, Fall apart with the tunnel vision and the seat. But know your soul feel the fire burning cold, Know your soul be loving and be bold. Know your soul be the love you know you have, Know your soul dont be a mother who is sad. Fix yourself bring the energy back, Fix yourself stop going so black. Fix yourself take the anger out, Fix yourself stop carrying doubt. But most of all its ok to fall, But most of all carry your family tall, But most of all love with it all. Then give it back with a love more deep, Then give it back with a life of more heat.
When they say my name I hope you hear waterfalls; my face flooding your entire brain. When you hear my name I hope you think of glass breaking and you picture my hands, scratched and bleeding, putting it all back together again. When you say my name, I hope you hear laughter. I hope you see smiles. And despite all my countless flaws, I hope you think of me when you want someone to stay awhile. When they say my name I hope it reminds you of breaking and healing all in one breath. When you think of me I hope you feel warm. I hope I’m someone you never regret.
For someone who will always have my heart even though I had to move on.
I’ve had a lot of embarrassing moments in my life but the worst has to be when I finally had the courage to tell you I loved you and you replied with an unsettling silence. And the only sound that could be heard was my heart breaking in two.