Candlelight

I sit alone on unmade bed,
Curtains flung casually aside.
The flame moves, leaping, wild,
alive.
Flickers and threatens to leave.
The shadows on my four walls draw in,
They do not fear my meagre light on the windowsill.
Seven crows fly among the rafters,
sent high, bourne upon the small glow.
The murder circle, the first watching
over me
keeps me safe from safety.
I hold out my hand to hold,
bring it through the smoke
to settle in the flame
hoping just to feel.
I sit alone on unmade bed,
I sit alone and try not to love you.
I sit alone.

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Now playing: The Hoosiers - Goodbye Mr A
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I Will Always love You

'It will all be okay.'
Is that what you really want to hear?
Because if it is
You won't hear it from me.
If one embrace will ease the pain
Then I would never touch you again.
If it all brings you to tears
Then I pray to whatever god would hear me
That it lasts for infinite eternities.
If my words mean anything to you
I take them back
Every single one
For never a single meaning crossed your lips.
Hollow words from the Hollow heart of a Hollow shell.
You are as nothing to me now as i was as nothing to you then.
I know it will never die but
I know it will dim every day
'Til I can bury it alive
To never mourn at its graveside.
I will aways love you.

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Now playing: The Hoosiers - Worried About Ray
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Naughty Little Secret

Tell you a secret,
tell you a story,
tell you the truth
you like it when I lie.

Look over my shoulder and see
their whispers match my own
Their sharp eyes rake my back
as they joke and play and scream
the truth no one wants to hear
I offend the senses unless I live their lie.

So throw a tantrum, make a fuss,
say I 'm wrong and play the game
Say I'm dirty and feel no shame
Say what you want and
kick me when I'm down

It's no secret that it's okay
not a person anyway

but truth be told,
you like me when I lie.

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Now playing: Paramore - Misery Business
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Choices

Is love the end of the world
Or is the world the end of love?
I can see one path from the other
But I cannot walk on both.
I can barely walk at all.
Instead I find a signpost,
Grimly test my mettle.
But metal is a knife
A blade that cuts in with breath.
Splits me from myself
Leaves me hollow and formless.
Twin paths pull feet
Not caring I am torn, I am broken.
I try to walk both paths
Never giving myself over to either.
One following the signpost
And one follows me.
I am never together and ignore the signs.
But then the signpost does not consider me.
I am left, without concern or consult,
To walk the paths hoping that they may cross
And I can be together again.
Or shall I be whole now?
Use my sharp breath to cut me from the signpost.
I can push myself away and choose a path
I could walk out into the world and smile.
Yes, maybe might even smile again.
Ignore the signpost’s one direction
Its destination not found in a single place.
Knowing that one path holds the other,
If I stop steering by your direction.

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Now playing: Editors - An End has a Start
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Valentine

The rose I give you is not red.
This rose is not passion
it is not pretty
it is not red.

This rose is dark, black
unexpected, unusual
a thing of beauty
a thing to be reckoned with.

This rose is forever.
It is indelible
like a mark on your hand
a brand on your skin
worn for all to see
to wonder to its meaning.
It is not one day of wilting sentiment
this is thousands of your own.

This stem is long
everywhere the bloom has been
a history carved out
a timeline, past and future.
This stem is strong
no wind can move it
no hand can break it
no one can tear it asunder.
This stem is not thorn'd
it will not leave you wounded
won't make you cry
but it can still leave its mark on you.

The gift I give you is simple
though complicated to understand.
The gift I give you is unadorn'd
to not subdue its meaning.

Real love is forever.

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Now playing: Kate Nash - Birds
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