I was just the foundation you leapt from
You thought you could fly without me
But you forget
That when you fall and I'm no longer breathing
You'll have nothing to land on
Only then will you understand
What it felt like with this ending

Lies are so much sweeter
Then any piece of truth
I never listened to the words you said
I just tasted
Savored
If I had paid attention
If I had watched you as you spoke
I would have never ran those sweet words
Over my own tongue...

...Never

Got off on how gone you were, I didn't want to save you ( Read more... )

December will burn it down, this theory of escape, release, revision. I will sleep in the snow garden, on top of angel winged graves, freeze and slip into the far side over the ice. Then the green thaw will come, like a time machine, and bring me back to you and this. December will shatter the dream, and leave little time for rest.

There was a beaten pair of Ruby Red Slippers tucked away in my closet. I pulled them out of their dust during a tragedy for an emergency clicking of the heals. I found that they no longer fit ( Read more... )

Your drugs are not swift enough because I don't believe in them, observed too many sweetly swallowed pills that turn to poison once they reach the mind. Have you a time machine instead? Being anachronistic can be so boring, which twists me into mistaking it for some form of loneliness. I could travel in either direction and find more meaning there ( Read more... )

Ran over a dead bird today, the feathers scattering across the windshield didn't even phase me. Been sinning lately so I'm probably going numb, and that makes me ask myself too many questions. Haven't been sleeping, my fears pound against my skull in marathon protests, they know that they belong in someone else's mind. I smell alone, and the ( Read more... )

I found it wrapped in leather and full to spilling with wisdom. Miles of skin and beautiful bones, twisting with everything everyone should know. Electric vampires jump-started by a shared desire for the same night. Splitting heads and stealing flesh connections to feed off of secrets and lust. The fated siren of silence faded away with my reason ( Read more... )

I have shoved my European self into one small suitcase and a messenger bag. Four years of evolution crammed into tiny boxes to be shipped to my new home ( Read more... )

It was the warmest rain she had ever felt ( Read more... )