It seems that the first time i entered you
i've lost some crucial part of me inside you
and so i come inside you
again and again and again
trying desperately to regain it

dear basil,

this isn't about christmas,
though i hope you have a good one.

this is about crying.
or more like
how you don't.

i would say i don't want you to
but i know you.
and your eyes are my eyes.
so i need them to cry.

if they won't cry for her
let them cry for me.
cry for the me you lost
cry for the you that you can't find
cry for the person in the mirror
who doesn't ******* deserve this

because you don't.

YOU DON'T ******* DESERVE THIS.

just because your bruises are healing
doesn't mean that your skin is okay.

it's cracking.
you're cracking.

break open.

love,
basil

To whom it may concern
When I die
Light up my body and let it burn
I wish the tables could turn
I pray I die and return
Because this is not me
This is not who I hoped to be
-
To whom it may concern
Know that I'm going to a better place
A place where I can be free
A place where I can be me
A place with no past
A place with no future
A place with no hate
A place with no jealously
A place of peace
A special place for people like me
-
To whom it may concern
I'm killing myself but not physically
I'm killing the person who they thought I would be
-
Lowkie®

VI - The lovers

Your love is stronger than the wind
Full of rythm and harmony
But an important choice must be made
It's a choice to change your life, you must be ready

Do not be tempted by the devil
For their love is sour like an apple
Listen to your lover and yourself
Before your choices make your love ripple

II - The High Priestess

You're filled with mystery and knowlegde
Full of spiritual love, and youth
You use your heart and not your mind
To find the answers and the truth

Yet you keep the secrets locked
Painful gossip fills the air
Your thoughts irrational and self destructive
You must learn how to share

I'd light the world on fire to be with you
Which is slightly problematic
Because then we'd have nowhere to stay
Unless you'll take me to the moon someday

Like ink on parchment your lies flow into my ear
Speaking beautiful pretence, with such confidence
I wish I knew if it was true, yet I can't seem to find
Why you fill me with so much diffidence

He left her a small note
On the table next to the vase
Look after our son, he wrote
And he left with no trace
He couldn't care for both
The pleasures of life he wanted to chase
He couldn't stand the rote
Of daily life, and the tears run down her face
She thought it was her fault
But that was not the case
The deep love has began to float
So she left with her son to another place
Running from the memories he has brought
To a new life she's going to embrace