Sometimes I think I want to break from you
Madness sweeps through
Yet you always make something cling to you
Love pushes right through
Sometimes I wonder why I come to love you
Dark days pushed through
you sit at that mahogany desk you love
diligently researching paranormal things
you look for an answer in what isn’t clear
sadness is cruel to your feverish heart
you miss me, I know this very very well
I miss you and hold on in this place still
you held me in the last moments of life
I remember all your words and actions
you feel my touch, but I do alarm you so
I whisper in your ear, “Be my lungs, love.”
you look pained and move so violently
I cannot catch you as you fall from me
you left those papers to be with me today
I’m sorry but it had to be this way, my love
you see me now, but there is much horror
I felt that way too, yet the horror will pass
you say, “It was always you here close.”
I say with conviction, “Yes. Always close.”
you look at me and I look you and we see
we see the love we have for each other
Sing your sunny lullaby,
tell me you want me
Love the lies I tell myself,
speak but don’t talk
Lie about committing to me,
hurt me and hate me
Tell me I’ll never be your right,
I’ll say you’re wrong
Haunt me when you speak to me,
about Love, Lies and Lullabies
The burning embers of our love blow through the wind to burn our skin.
From where we came only dragons know, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart and I smashed our love to shards.
Now, we stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt.
My chest aches and yours is broken;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
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You treated love like a possession.
Each love left your heart broken.
Your broken heart beats slow;
reduced to a white elephant.
Hills of green can be seen far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.
The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.
Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loved hearts.
The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing this.
I’ve travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain I feel missing you, but I cannot keep going forever.
The sky tells the rain to hold off. The rain tells the sky to fuck off. How like a married couple these two are in retrospect.
Walking along the Kyle, I know the time nears. How wonderful that after 100 years of your moods, you and I will meet again.
The rain begins to fall. It looks like the rain won that argument. Perhaps I will too.