TwyceInABluMoon

I appreciate the help, But even you can't truly Save me from myself.

A one-handed needlepoint nosejob Barbed wire stitches A white picket fence tattoo I'll raise you a glass, my friend.

For someone who always knew the right words to say, you seem pretty speechless.

I burned your things this morning in the dry summer air. The papers folded into their white ash envelopes, embellished with orange-red agitated edges. I burned your things as my mascara ran, silently wondering what the neighbors thought when they passed my front porch. I burned your things this morning and my lungs as I graciously inhaled your each and every word like an addict. I burned my fingers as I dipped them into the ashtray, gingerly tying each little grey scrap to an imaginary balloon, letting you go.

It's achingly sobering the day you realize you can't save everyone.

I thought of you when I first woke up. I thought of you as a dream, lilting, sugary-sweet on the tip of my tongue. I thought of you and I thought I should go back to sleep.

Our skin is a game of connect-the-dots.

Wake me only when it is autumn, when our fingers and toes aren't blistering red, peeling in the unforgiving sun. Wake me only when the first leaves begin to fall. It's much safer to tear brittle leaves in handfuls between my fingers Than facing my own cracks and splinters when I look in the mirror.

Cold, resting muscles Shiver awake. "Maybe I'm ready," I sigh. Pale, bruised toes Embrace the worn carpet, Gingerly supporting my weight. I see the patterns again. Sleeping late to avoid Interaction. Reclusive demeanor. Agitation. "Maybe I'm ready," I sigh. Or perhaps I'm ready to crawl Between the sheets Once more. I'll shut my dark blue eyelids And await your return.

Life is never enough and it's all we have.

I appreciate the help, But even you can't truly Save me from myself.

If it means anything to you, You're the reason I have to Change. It's strange, Because I don't get attached, And anytime I feel I've met my true match Something goes terribly wrong It wasn't meant to be, I didn't belong. That's different between you and I; I can see the world through your eyes Like I've never been able before, And I don't need a camera to see The bigger picture. Though I don't know what we have is real Even though to me it feels Genuine. Like you hide behind me for protection, I'll hide my affection, And wait till I know it's true Because for you I feel like I need to Change. Because you deserve it, And

She's a girl who needs some saving, A damsel in distress, dire need of A prince in shining armor, Riding upon their trusty steed. She's a girl who needs some saving, Not a scratch upon her face. Though absentmindedly lost within her mind, She's fallen far from grace. She's a girl who needs some saving, A girl who needs some help ...So a prince I will have to be To save her from herself.

Love is the cracks in the glass, The petals of these roses, these tears. We'll never be together, Blood stains on your hands, fire in your eyes; that is love. Love is you pushing me to my limits, hopeful; something that you make me feel though I thought I'd forgotten. You taught me that fear is the heart of love, that the only way to love is to lie. Love is this, love isn't new and pure; love isn't holding hands or kisses in the rain, or the racing of your heart, the beat when you dance together. Love is the peeling wallpaper and the tightness in your throat when he says goodbye.

I forgot what it feels like to touch the ground; Bring me back down, Bring me down. A new king on the throne wears the crown; Bring me back down, Bring me down. I resented the sadness that silence brought around; Bring me back down, Bring me down. Also forgotten was how lovely you sound; Bring me back down, Bring me down. I still wonder when those who are lost can be found; Bring me back down, Bring me down. In vain on your shores, I find myself drowned; Bring me back down, Bring me down. Although you think you're world renowned; Bring me back down, Bring me down. I'm far too busy and my soul needs rewound; Bring me back

Looking Back. Is your heart still cold like the day I met you? Do you ever think about me or even regret you Didn't take back what you didn't say, or maybe Just the way you did what you Said you wouldn't, or what you said? Your heart is still cold but my mine's made of lead, And not the kind you write with; Not the graphite lightness, Just the dull droning of gravity. The world must be mad at me For these things I'll never say. Like "I love you too"  because I don't feel that way. Loving someone is not a chore. It's not a game, And I won't dance with these flames, Because I'm not feeding the fire nor am I a fighter. I'

I wanted you to hold me close, To whisper in my ear Everything I've been begging, even dying to hear. Desperate, I am not, But not that you aren't near. Desperate I am, despite all my plans To save, to miss, the lonely abyss Because to fall in again would only begin The torture and pain I've lost sight of again. The record's stopped turning and the room keeps burning And I was left alone at the dial tone, Because Baby, You're Never There. And maybe you never cared For the connection that we shared. Headfirst, I fell hard, I dared, But you ended it because you were scared And now I couldn't care less for the glares. I ca

Slain words upon the tongue And unwritten vows in the air are hung. Viscid blood flows between the slats in the floor Just before the raven doth cried, "Nevermore".

New Perspective. Elementary school. Your best friends get their clothes from The Gap or Target. The worst thing you can say to someone is that they are stupid or that you're going to tell on them to the teacher or their mother. The kids who have the coolest backpacks or crayons are the ones you want to hang out with. Kids have crushes, the opposite gender has cooties. The only war-zone is the playground. If you don't turn in your work, it's minimal points off if you turn it in a day late. You learn to read here, and you either love it or despise it within your very soul from here on out. The worst thing you can have done to you in class is

You're searching and searching. What did you find? A thousand broken hearts, A thousand like mine. A thousand broken wills, A thousand crimes. A thousand bright eyes, A thousand lies. A thousand cracked suns, A thousand tries. A thousand goodbyes. A thousand wishes, A thousand sorrows. A thousand chances, A thousand tomorrows.