xMozhnoLyubitx

Upon a time, there was a Once       And you can barely remember. Whispers of ghosts through                                  sepia stories,                 clinging to                        your lost, your found.     and the smoky wisps                         dancing               in the background The light in the mirror seems darker on the other side.         And once you appear, there never seems to be a ‘was’.        (It isn’t really a dance)                 [It’s all just too solid] But secrets are never really safe.       It all gets air in the end            And the end always comes soo

And the scraping                   Scraping                           Scraping on my         Brain By jealousy’s tiny clawed                                      Feet Is tearing away the dream I once had        Of being like you    (that is – loved) But how could I ever hope to          Keep myself up With wings made of plastic                [I’m far too heavy hearted to stay properly afloat] If I soar too high,       Jealousy reaches up its talons, And grips firmly my heart,                  [or is it only gravity?]         pulling me back down to Earth, to dwell amongst the hopeless But I never

This is where I let it go... She. Is the essence of impracticality, impossibility. But you tie her down to keep her near,                       and she pretends your ropes can hold her. To need so direly something so unreal, how can she protest? [She is only a figment of your imagination] Can you see through the clouds? The stars themselves have frozen        And you somehow manage not to notice. The rose that fails to bloom                is locked in a perpetual state of ‘almost’                        and even in the warmest nights of summer sweet,        Is edged in a shroud of frost. And you know she is toxi

Crawling backwards through time,        Trying to find the place Where the bookmark slid out                 From between the pages. When the rain stopped falling. When the dance began.        (Infinitesimal  sweeping  footsteps                              Brushing a trail into the sands of time) [We all need a little cliché in our lives] When the Once Upon a Time                 Forgot where to find              Its Happily Ever After. There is a place          On the ladder of time   (or so I believe) Where the mistakes of eternity         Are housed. Waiting to be discovered,        Fixed or Erased A

Tell me I can keep you all for myself. Tell me I can be selfish. Tell me I am what you need.   ( I can be anything you ask of me. ) Tell me there is a someday. A one day. A possibility, A more than maybe. I’ll believe your Make-believe,               Just tell me I belong to you. I can play your game,             Just pretend you belong to me. I can grant your every desire,             Just make a Wish. Tell me lies,          And I will drink them like nectar. And you will never know the difference. After all,              How else can I keep from floating away?      (If I have no rope to hold me in place)

there's something about the voice how it trickles like warm honey soft and sticky sweetness fading as memory forgotten laughter the way a word is said and then unsaid eaten up again like cold toast with honey remnants of another drone's home

I touch your cheek, Skin as soft as angel feather. I look into the brilliant pools of your eyes, Shimmering like the most magical of stars. Twin beauties shining out through any darkness. Your lips of finest silk brush my own, A pressure so soft and light, I must be kissing a butterfly. You are a treat for the senses. A creature made in heaven, you appear to be. Lovingly hand crafted with angel dust, Molded to perfection by the creator himself. You must be His prized possession. The funny thing is you look a lot like the devil. Underneath. Peel away the angel skin, See a face composed of darkness, Hideously contorted by

[Close your eyes and you won't see it any more] Maybe I need to shut it out and turn black, like her. Like them Like me. Oh wait, it's already happened.              [Please hold in the laughter] Take the death bugs out of my ears and maybe I can think for real. No, eyes closed, then you think.             [Don't ask me, I'm not all here] Deep breath                       deep breath             [I said breathe, bitch] One more time and close your eyes and scream             [You can feel it all the more potently] Into the black mass of hate feeding on your flesh (on your mind) As it destroys you