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cy rine -take 2-Gave myself a sad little tattoo,
As i waited to hear your empty voice down the line.
Broke the skin with a syringe and ink
Two crosses and a broken arrow on my wrist
One for the girl
One for another
And one for every heart that i've lost in this game.
[I didn't want to break you,
I didn't want to pierce your skin]
I met another girl
And when i touched her neck i felt the bruises sigh
Gave this inkstain a second thought
"These needles leave their marks
Tracks across my pale heart
And i'd like to say
I'm falling in love...
I need a little help from you. Kiss me like you mean it.
you broken, twisted mess
in the ditch beside the busy highway.
please don't try to say that i pushed you love,
please don't say we didn't jump together.
I held your hand and you held mine, mid-flight
until i felt your fingers loosen,
and maybe your mind did loose a lot
and maybe my heart did come unstuck
but i'm sure that you don't know a single fucking thing
about who i am.
i wrote fiction,
i wrote lies for someone else until you thought they were mine
and maybe they were,
for a little moment..
come on girl
i promise, i wanted to catch you, i really did
and i still do a little
but i tied my hands long ago,
when i decided it was for the best
so here we are
don't let me hear you say i never loved you
don't let me hear you say i never hated you
don't ever think they were you
i wasted enough ink on your bones
i'd love to touch you just to watch you flinch
because then i'd know
leather"Hey, i'm just calling to say i adore you. I know that i do some stupid things. I ruin moments, i hurt people, I hurt myself.
But that's not what this is about.
What i really mean to say is that i'm sorry, cause i am.
I'm sorry I turned up. I'm sorry I missed out.
I'm sorry i was just so drunk and broken.
I'm sorry that when you wanted nothing but my arms to hold you upright, i was falling to the ground.
But life goes on and here we are.
I doubt you'll get this message, and if you do, i'm sure you'll delete it. Hell, so would I.
But all the time, I want you to know that you're art in my eyes,
and you think i'm this amazing creature when all i do is hurt anyone that gets involved.
So girl, if you get this, call me. I'm going to be walking these streets in this wet leather jacket and thinking of you. I think you're incredible and i miss you
ChaseI slept in your empty bed
while you went hunting for sleep.
And as the rain fell from the cracked ceiling
i pretended to be anywhere but here.
We scraped the dust from our shattered bones
and wrapped our bruises in aluminum foil.
I'd never felt empty
until you drank the life from my heart.
And now i keep the marks you left
hidden under open wounds.
Because that how you liked me.
I put my shallow soul behind a locked door.
It left a cross-shaped scar just above my heart.
In the dark you slipped your fingers over it,
In the dark i felt so alone.
You cut out my stitches with a dull knife.
Tight like fishing line, pushing my insides.
I never felt your breathing pause,
I never felt your bleeding throat.
We left the night behind,
And the room shone so bright i could barely see.
Your body was like an island,
Your heart was like a stone.
You didn't hear my broken pulse.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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