My heartstrings are broken and you're taking out your dagger,
To insert slowly and forcefully, for it is what I deserve, to feel deaths grips upon your blade ever so gently because it does not lie.
Your eyes, cold and joyful to see my demise, will be the last I see because is my heart that you yearn for.

It is not yours to take but you do not hear my cries.
If it passes my breastbone I will cease to exist.
I need to think quick, to defend against the inevitable.

I will not let you take what is not yours.

FIGHT!!!

Why is it the ones we love that we hurt the most?

Death is forevermore.

the pulse of raging flame
sitting in wait           deep
within the core of light

the flicker of spark ignites,
like the screech of dead, cold metal
along your wooden floor
as I fight the need to scream
and break your vaporizer--

this slumbering dragon
sitting in my chest
with billowing wings of
emerald green and burnt-orange
like a whirlwind of autumn leaves twirling
crescent magic of destruction
pulling and pushing
this rage up and down
until the tendrils of flame simmer
and I stand on tip-toes to kiss
your soft lips, the smoke
escaping as exhaust and love, tender--

rock shreds my heartstrings
until it hurts, and i heal—
the right way this time.

You're not a man of many words
But I heard your tears through these paper thin walls
I could have asked you where you were
I could have called your name, but you don't answer anymore

I embrace the loneliness for warmth
This cold winter has been so long
Maybe the cold has frozen my heartstrings
I could have called your name, but I can´t feel anything

You´re not a man of many words
But I felt your love through my heart´s paper thin walls
You have been stumbling backwards
I could have called your name, but It'd just echo in the halls

I embrace the rejection for warmth
This cold winter has been so long
I thought you were the only one who wouldn't let me go
I could have called your name, but the sound melts away in the snow

Love
We're all searching for it
We all crave it
With every fiber of our being
Yet somehow
When we find it
We try to bury it deep down
Too scared to acknowledge it
Too scared to admit defeat
But that doesn't make it go away
It only makes our hearts break
a little more inside
So we run
We run as fast
&& far as we can
Until inevitably
We feel a pull
from the invisible strings in our heart
That we didn't even realize
Were connected to someone else's heart
Until suddenly
We are propelled backwards
With extreme force

Every time you speak
I'd need needles and threads
to fix the broken heartstrings
and stitch my broken heart

Let me hear you strum my hearstrings
and let me sing the tune of your soul.
Let's create a melody,
A harmony that is you and me.