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is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
Maybe I expect too muchmy heart always hurts.
physically and mentally.
is it too much to ask that you show me you love me?
everytime i turn around, you're upset that i'm not right up under your nose.
but i've been there before and got burnt.
so, i eased away.
yes, i still love you
but now i know even you could break me.
i won't be unsuspecting anymore.
&& i can't give you all of me.
i try to give you most, but sometimes i fail at that too.
especially since you give me bits and pieces.
i want it all.
so maybe i'm selfish,
but i'd be more giving if you'd be more giving.
but i won't give in.
i guess i'm prone to broken hurts.
it only stings a little.
i'll get over it, you'll get over it
&& we'll be back to normal by tonight.
but if not, i want you to know
i've always loved you,
i always will.
i just can't always bend to your will
it often leaves me broken.
my bones have no more strength.
so please, accept this plea.
show me you love me?
I am as autumnI am as autumn,
dropped barefoot into some fleeting role,
self-destructing in the sterile cold
while passersby note only
their ephemeral beauty.
I was meant
as an actress, diaphanous and
bridging the small gap between
I was born to wither and
to sink and
obedient as a child,
I tried to die
in that space before snowfall,
that melancholy breach
but there must be something in me
that is not yet dead,
that refuses to rot.
when the snow finally came,
I was stale and stagnant,
when all else was newly
now, in the dim half-light before
springtime, I am thin
and fragile, waiting only for
Through the looking glassIs this all real?
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?
Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?
The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long
Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past
Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we nothing yet real?
An answer is that ''we are'' therefore we exist
But that doesn't always mean we can coexist
Searching for answers can lead us to depression
But when we find the answer, do we remember what is the question?
When I'm gone, my darling...When I'm gone my darling,
Would you still turn to stretch out your hand to reach me, at nights?
Would you still swap blankets, as we did because mine smells better?
Would you sigh a little, when the breakfast is set just for one, not two?
Would you stand beneath the stars and imagine me there, beside you?
Would you hear my whispers in the breeze that softly pass you by, calling?
Would you get drenched in the rain, just to relieve 'those' times, past?
Would you walk down the street, and see me standing there smiling back?
Would you still pen our names on every book you buy, and two red hearts?
Would you still whistle the same tunes each morning, that I so loved?
When I'm gone my darling,
Would you be as lonely without me, as I am up here without you?
Love Letter To No OneI just have to say it. I like you. I think, if it's possible to say it out loud, I might even love you. I know its crazy, I barely know you, but still, something in my heart is gripped by you. You change me so easily. With the ease of a gentle creek, slowly caressing things along the banks and encouraging forward momentum, you move me. I want to be where you are. And I know that to be there, I must go forward from where I am.
Do I have the courage? I never think so. And then I see your smile, and I take a nervous step forward toward it's brilliance. Yet even as I do, I wonder those same things I always wonder...
If I dared to speak your name aloud, would I lose my voice?
If I bumped into you, would you even see me?
If I cried, would you smile for me, and make me laugh?
If I screamed, would you even hear me?
If I was afraid, would you protect me?
If I felt lost, would you wrap your arms around me, and save me?
Why must it be you? Does my heart not understand that it cannot ha
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