—an echo sword cuts through the sounds,
time is made of glass. Fragile as the brokenness in pass. —a dagger tilt into the chest. The very part, where all sores dawn. Rising until you see the pain appearing as heavy breathe. —sheath; putting away sharp ends of past hurt. Piercing deeply as longing to be free. The battle is plenty, as the many who feel so alone. You aren't the first! In these blade works, working hard to survive, on the killing of time. To bat an eye; swinging on the looks of acting out of pride. —it cuts anyone deeply, fighting to survive, fighting in the many struggles of this LIFE. Is it to hold a knife in defence, or attack, the question of every human being.
breath of solstice breeze
lilac tipped with sun dried grass cicadas sharp chant
First it’s a look shared through the glass A window between us The feeling that passes through me When I watch him explain the impossible And make it look easy Then it’s the wondering that overtakes me Behind the counter where I’ve lost myself in thought Surrounded by books that won’t tell me If he’s thinking of me too It’s the ache that comes from longing To hear the sound of his voice But I’m too scared to call Unless I’m already drunk It’s that feeling in the pit of my stomach Everyone calls butterflies, but really It feels like too much, just so much It happens when you start to fall. And it’s a slap in my own the face As I hide deeper inside of myself Because he is beautiful And I am all sharp edges He is enough But I am just not ready II. I always find myself going back to you When I imagine how I wanted it to be And what I wish I had said It’s so strange to be here So many years later Still wondering if it was you all along We shared this kiss once You and I Once of those steamy Spur of the moment You only live once type of deals I know you remember it too My heart hurts just thinking about it because It was always such a blur of wrongtimewrongplacewrongsomething Between me and you I guess I never stopped being too scared to call Unless I was already drunk It’s been years since I heard your voice But I am haunted
That guy, that boy, that man.
The words roll round my head, Like a big bingo cage, Full of thin razor blades.
With the point of my arrow as sharp as my jaw,
my draw back and backtalk are equally as piercing.
They asked me how I knew
That I loved only you. Do you know what I said? The first thing that came to my head? I told them you're like lo-fi indie One tear and you're there for me Waiting to sing and help me through One hour in your arms and I'm back to new. And, like the music, you fill out the edges The sharp that cut up my senses You pad them out and soften them up So when I fall, I don't feel so struck.
It’s waiting for fake love. Wanting to feel alive.
Putting a label on everything. Well If I have to put a label on it.. I’d called this untitled love. With a one way street. Why is it I always want have I can’t have. Then I run away from everything else. I let my heart get broken over and over again. Why do I tend to trust my feelings. I don’t want to be in love. I could write a million one words about you. I tell myself no don’t message him. He’s not interested. Then message him anyway. Just maybe if I vanished they’d notice. Because sooner or later I’m just going to give up on the matter. I always do. Because I hurt myself too much. I wish I could stop dreaming about you and thinking about you 24/7 You’re just too bad for me. I’m the only person you’ll meet Who’d tell you the straight up brutal truth. Maybe my words are too sharp.
ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢
𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡, 𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡, 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡, 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰, 𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔗𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔉𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔦 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡, ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥, ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰, 𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢, ℭ𝔬𝔟 𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰, 𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰, ℑ 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔢!
Let's not forget the way we were
The happiness we used to hold Before the seasons changed on us And winter turned your heart cold And bones crack from the drop in temperature Surprised at your lack of emotion Sharp details of each moment clearly defined As if you are moving in slow-motion Stillness more than I can stand Sometimes you are as rigid as a statue Like an exhibit in a museum Impressing all who view Storm of chaos brewing inside Kept under a silent veil I try to pry a confession from your mouth Ultimately I always fail I know your body in and out Every inch of your flesh mapped in mind But you won't let me peek underneath This perfect mask you hide behind Eternal conflict is my burden Faced with an impossible choice I should respect myself enough to let go But I'm addicted to the sound of your voice Reflected in the mirror are mistakes In the form of scars on my skin After 25 years on earth I know better Yet still partake in bittersweet sin Life is just easier with you there I can't see it any other way We may not always get along But I still choose you every day I miss those times you'd stare at me Love prevalent in your eyes With every teardrop adoration drained out Your dilated pupils now show only lies And the moments of intimacy shared in the past Get further and further away from what's real But no matter the distance between memories I'll forever remember how you made me feel
I don't care if I never see you again, you will always mean the most to me.