When your eyes open so wide I know
you are falling away from me but in
those moments the thought of not
having you makes me want you more...

She scrapes and scrapes looking to
forget him. Hurts the most delicate skin
to relieve any pain from within. I found
it odd how she’s not strong enough. I
studied her from far when she first
stared to fall to the deep; and now she
just keeps pushing herself in. I saw her
open that last wound in the satin but
didn’t say a word. She isn’t the sweetest
of creatures and her hair’s a mess from
morning to dawn. She speaks a foreign
language in any and all countries.
There’s just something about her that
isn’t complete. And it’s not that he’s
gone and the day light with him. It’s not
that she’s lost in the storm and all wet
now. She’s just not together. She’s just
not right. I saw her this morning looking
at her reflection in the mirror and
wondering who it was. And when I saw
her, I saw me.

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This is dedicated to Princess-of-Shadows for all the inspiring work she does and shares with the world.



If only my heart was mine, then it
wouldn't need to be so close to yours.
After all, there's still no reason not to
love you…

Breaking in two, the piece he kept and
the one I knew. Looking at the mirror
for the remains of my happiness.
Sometimes I can’t help but to focus on
the pain that comes from hearing him
speak. And seeing his shadow is the
death of me. And there are moments
when I don't remember at what point it
became easier to fly then to love him
but I know now that falling after the
flight hurt less. Bringing all my
thoughts together to notice that all I
think about is him. What do I say to the
people in my head waiting to shoot my
heart and call this melancholic
depression a day? It’s been weeks and
going on months now. As I see my life
plan being flushed down the toilet I
remember his name, his voice and his
words. This wasn’t what I wanted; he
was supposed to be the end of the
beginning not a rock in the road.
The time comes when I don’t want to
feel so I find new ways to forget. Now
days my body blends with the wind to
caress me in perfect communion.
Movements and music have a new
meaning to it. I taste things differently
and I even try to love without emotion.
A par of hands in my hair and a song
playing on the radio. When everything
is ripped apart there’s no other way then
to go back to zero. I go back to the me
before him and he goes back to who
knows what.

If only my heart was mine, then it
wouldn’t be yours anymore…