i
and there she was,
good news wearing a foul dress,
life is so beautiful
death has fallen in love with her
remnants of makeup gone wrong
beating rainbows to death;
slowly unbending smiles
the emptiness of time
tends to make itself felt
death touches ressurection
only to realise
life is beautiful... gone wrong...
conversation dies unsaid
horror is only vocal in movies...
sigh...
the world is imbalanced...
ii
i dont like being given hearts
i havent shown any interest in having
really... the art of flirting
is quite wasted on me...
are you not yet tired
of this senseless self sacrifice?
the life of an aardvark is rarely exalted
so wear your crown of thorns in silence
oh... and try not to bleed all over the place
its true
i dont like being given hearts
i havent shown any interest in having
they really are quite wasted on me
but i am somewhat sorry
that the thorns of unrequited love
pierce you so deeply...
half of it is vulnerable...
iii
i merely kept it out of habit
something to hide behind
i never meant to hold onto it for so long
but such things are so seductive
everyone needs something to cling to right?
darkness disguised as light
thejustificationsandexcusesofbrokeness...
the justifications and excuses of brokeness...
my half...
iv
i sound so lost
and maybe i am
but if you know
that im lost
am i found...?
i found
something
like a heart
its always the next stop
always the last dance
i could write a book...
a book about a life
id like to have lived
noting the depletion
of silver linings
only believing in what i see
but then...
what do i see in the dark...?
i sound so lost
and maybe i am
but if you know that
the world is imbalanced
half of it is vulnerable
my half...
can i be found?