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When will you learn That you don't have to hate me To break my heart That you needn't speak so harshly To scar my faith And that while our hearts Beat in such perfect unrhythm Mine can never be whole - When will I learn That there is not one 'true' love The be and end all of existence That reopening old wounds Will never allow scars to heal And that whilst the first love May be strongest There is always room for another

A girl sitting in a plane, can you see her? No-one else can, the mother busy with her screaming kids, the happy couple returning from their honeymoon, the fat teenager, his head bobbing away next to her. Can you see her remembering? What was, what is and what will never be. Dreaming of love and hate, true friendship and betrayal. Fear is dangerous, it makes you lie, but the more you do it, the better you get, 'I'm fine', 'Okay thanks', 'Yeah I'll call you'. Can you see the comfortable shape of a gun pressing against her leg? She used to work in an airport, she knows the tricks. Can you see her standing, the pudgy flight attendants indignant

her cold eyes accused me everyday of my wrongs of the chaos left in my unobtrusive wake Melt further Become one with the dark Never again let the leaves rustle In the breeze of your passing so i melted softly smooth as chocolate locking the doors behind me and binding my heart in love squeezing blood from a stone but sure enough here it comes thick heavy and dull moulding perfectly to your contours hours days months pass and still that beauty astounds that angry acceptance as her cold eyes accused me

Dear [NAME], As I write this to you I wonder if you will ever receive it. Which would you prefer? You sure have been the source of many emotions, funnily enough, never hate, what I had always considered my strongest emotion was weak and pathetic compared to my mindless infatuation for you. This dumb clumsy elephant just crushed a prize panther without even pausing. Sorry about the bad parallels but you understand what I'm trying to say… Anyway, I know you don't really want to hear this so I'm going to stop writing now. I should never have started. Everything was so much easier when I was a crazy freaky nobody, content to live in my boo

Feather talling, Pure and bright, Sinking slowly, Through the night, Through rivers of blood, Firery shame, Endurance of, A deepest pain, A stone baked bitter, Hardened heart, Buried hidden, Cold and dark, Rise up whole and, Cleanse yourself, Lick your wounds, Redeem your health, Love for you, Love for your life, Love the unknowing, Sacrifice, For even in, The deepest night, There is a distant, Glint of light, A feather falling, Shining bright.

fire draining slowly escape fly free saturate the purity of gentle white folds open the chasm wider embrace the winding path of uncertainty colours and sounds painted together building walls squeezing in drawing out more more more dry empty vessel abandoned in a bathroom surrounded by a halo of fire

dust to petals pink and blue love to ashes and love anew way of living way to die start to feel and start to cry watching petals float away dream to dream another day spirits free rage in pain killing souls shattered chain

Little miss pretty In dangerous woods Bright clothes drawing Twisted minds Boughs snatching Ripping beauty Until only innocence remains, And then that Disappears as well left all alone with a monster But do not worry Joyless child Father is not a monster Father killed the monster don't you remember?

the curtain opens. i am sitting on a wicker chair, legs up, hugging my knees, as if i could hug myself back together again, you are smoking, fingers incessantly tapping on the scarred, dusty table, as if each drumbeat could beat down on me, stop, stop and stop again. i look at your fingernails, where dirt has collected in minuture halfmoon smiles of brown and muck-grey. like the smiles you bear, rotten from smoke, seeping out from behind your teeth. some nights i imagine you cry blood, but i think that's only because i see you like a vampire, cold, dead. heartless. your ciggarette is just a thin column of ash now, which you

the water's thickning, and i'm starting to be aware, that i need to keep kicking, to get out of here. here, everything is downside up, and i'm in too deep, when my heart's face up. Here, i'm walking barefoot on frost, small souls cracking underfoot, here, the trees are dead; frozen water snaked trains, through snapvine veins, into heavy, weary heads.

today, i saw a man, who said, he saw a man, who said, he was on a road to somewhere. somewhere nice, different. with cheaper flights, and cleaner toilets.

We’re riding in the car like we always do, always on our way to somewhere else. I’m driving, passing highway sign after mile marker, counting the interstates until we get where we’re going. She’s asleep in the passenger seat, skin porcelain pale in the choked dawn sun. It’s streaming through the windowpane in flashes that mark time with the gaps in the trees, just a few hundred miles more. Somehow I can’t see how this is a real thing, real like the way hearts break, but like floating up above here, just looking down into her beautiful face. I shake myself like it was only a dream, but here she is, right here in

And in this dark harvest of season My life has completely lost reason, For which or against to decide. All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide In sadness and in kindness In light and in darkness. In a boat made of hope I shall sail to tomorrow, In a winding hurricane Made of treachery and sorrow. There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear... Piercing, slashing though my head. Starting somewhere in heaven, Ending somewhere in hell. Fighting, burning, crying, crashing. Are the armies within. In my head they are all thrashing. On the heaven's and hell's whim. To be light or to be darkness. A perpetual array. It's not merely my choi