Push me down, lead me round, throw me away
I beg you stay
Lead me on, treat me wrong, unfair play
I plead you stay
Hold me close, want me most, hands on my yearning spine
Yet decline to be mine every day….
I dream you stay
Hold me down, let me drown in your eyes; hazel lies
Every breath wonderless, truthfulness still null, yet…
Stay, come what may.
I like to think that I
Captivate with my brown eyes
On a throne of butterflies
I often believe that I
Capture prey in silky lies
Pouncing while they fantasize
Of dreamy days and steamy nights
I push my pins in
You don’t let me win
Toxic slowly sinking in
But you counter with a grin
Me and my love are black magic
Your hallowed out heart is satanic
I cannot believe that I
Can’t Magick my way into it
Tell me to stay
Push me away
Tell me you care
Never be there
Hold me close
Shun me the most
Time after time
Like a song out of rhymes
Repeat the same verse
A dozen times
Time after time
Like a song out of rhymes
Repeat the chorus
Wear out the lines
Want me in the dark
Leave me in the light
Unshackle my heart
Unburden my nights
And feel from miles away
We’ve gone on too long
Put an end to this song
A field of flowers, a plague wrought upon by my insecure thoughts:
Does he love me, or does he not?
I scatter the petals into the wind; they falter, unable to answer my question
A daisy chain is broken with ruthless pain as my fingers commit a massacre
He loves me not, or does he? Why don’t the full blooms answer?
They say a lady should never sleep with a stranger
But his arms felt like freedom to my entangled heart
The blood-thirsty lips of the devil have a taste for foolish girls
And their foolish desires which wholly satiate liars and their sick lusts
Are they any less savage than those of us who lay waste to a field of roses?
Licking the blood the thorns draw from our fingers
The pain of bleeding is far more satisfying than that of a broken heart, constantly wounded and dense in scar tissue
He loves me, he loves me not.
Not every bloom can be a rose
Or half as gorgeous, I suppose
She powdered her face when the need arose
An ugly flower, void of thorns
Can still believe she’s beautiful
I don’t need you to call my name to summon me from the depths of hell
In blue-black flames I listlessly dwell, wide awake just for the sake of staying warm.
Remember, December is never far away, and yet it’s been ages since I’ve seen the languid drift of snow
It melted away with all I used to know of your voice, your escape, your sordid show.
I don’t need you to call my name to douse the flames of hell
I’ve come to know them very well, more than your deceitful, demonic spell.
The dark place where you dragged my soul is only a curse if I make it so
I’ve come to peace with death and darkness, with hate and pain and years alone.
Instead, I watch in the glimmering lights as my shadow pirouettes across the floor
Light as a feather, dead as the earth, joyous as the sun, lovely as the moon
Glowing with the fierceness of the sun at noon, I delight in that I won’t hear your voice call
My heart became a rainbow after an endless tear fall
My name is not for your lips; it is for my final and joyous withdrawal.
He screamed at a shadow to get out of his way.
Perplexed, she said “Why shout when you could walk right through me?”
He shrugged. “I want to be heard as much as you want to be seen. Now we’re both satisfied.”
So she remained by his side forever to dance before his eyes, and he whispered his dreams to her in the dark.
A multi-flaceted mirror meets a single looking glass.
She drives herself crazy trying to analyze each of his reflections.
He thinks he’s seen all of her, but never peered beneath the surface.
The sorrow that burdens your heart makes it tremble, a quake whose vibrations even I can feel. It courses through the earth with a magnitude so strong, I feel its tremors rumbling in my chest. It’s unfathomable that something as small as a fist, when broken, opens as wide as a rift in the ocean.
But know that this love you feel is not only pain, as love is what allows me to share it while the earth shifts violently beneath our feet. Know that love is not a heavy iron chain, but a thin thread that can span miles unravelled. With this thread, follow with unwavering steps your aching heart. Only she knows how far away the other end is tied in a safe knot, impervious to any sharp edge.
Beware the whispers of fear in your mind of the trepidation in seeking it out. Bate your breath and only listen for the truth, whispered in a timid secret on a cold bit of wind. The chill that dances over your spine at its carress – that is a truth made only for you. Do you feel it? If yes, don’t turn back lest you be turned to stone. Don’t chase it, or it may run from you.
With your eyes, and with your weary feet, slowly follow that thread of fate. Lay your lies in the dust of what’s dead and desolate. Love, not because it will not hurt you, but because it’s what makes you who you are.