New homeI can't read you standing in a city covered in garbage this whole city's dirty and burning Even the sky can't help but spit on us wriggling uncomfortably like animals caught in cages. You give me looksNew home
as if there's something more beautiful to look at then the sun shining between the clouds dancing on your eyes The mirror won't do you justice. My words come out in whispers I forever doubt their worth The hold less value then drunken meanderings My hands on your waist Your breath on my lips and yet carry so much more weight Then any display o
Empty HandsYou stopped reaching for my hand. Not all at once, but slowly And now it’s dissipated Disintegrated You’re not fetal In my arms You’ve flown You’ve left But now I’m back to infancy I have no hand to hold. In my tear stained shirtEmpty Hands
And scarred skin I let toxic curls lick my lips And sleep close my eyes But it’ll never replace the feeling Of love in my hands
Words are MeaninglessI stayed up all night, Writing you a story. To stay with you,Words are Meaningless
When I can’t. You’re my inspiration: The reason I want to finish it. The words are in your voice, And the background noise is our song. But it’s all meaningless right now, In the early morning hours. You won’t read it for days, But I want to finish before I die. Before the sun tries to rise. So I can keep my promise, And never leave you.
Things will be differentWhen it’s dark inside And everyone’s gone Do you cry? Do lick the salt from your wounds? Sit.Things will be different
Stare. Let it take over you. When the pains gone and you tremble Do you laugh in relief? Do you turn back to the dark? Do you wait? Think? Imagine it to be different? I fold Four neat corners Sharp and smooth. Get put away Huddled under the table Crawl in my skin Knees to my chest Heart in my throat Head to the ground I wait Wait for things to be different.
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