jump then fallsince the summerof ’09 I’vehad your poisonrunning throughmy veins andmy eyes onthe stars;we carved our initialsinto the spacesbetweenmy fingerslike two youngromanticsdrunk onsalt waterand midnightpromises.our seasonal blisswarpedinto a five yearaddiction wroughtwith fire and iceand forged inmy twistedneed tohearseetastefeelyou.you are mybad habit,the vicethat holdsme in the stillof the night,bending meto myb-r-e-a-k-i-n-gpoint—and if you saidjump, I’d fallright intoyour arms.
SHATTER MEI live in ablind routine,dancing to a beatI don’t even see;I’m pirouettingthrough agrey dream.dizzilyI cling to thenotions ofour midnight rendezvousesand butterfly kisses,I want to be aliveagain—these delicatestrings that gracemy wristsmightas well be mynoose.I feel yourcalloused fingersdance alongmy spine,your words soakthrough the fogthat bleedsthroughmy skull.I want you toshatter me.break me downuntil I’mnothing more thanpiano keys andstar dust;I’ll be bornagain in the lightof your eyes,footloose andfancy free.
Rapunzelit’s been dayssince I last felt yourbreath against my face,but I can stillfeel your hands tangledin my hair,knotted in thenest of mahoganytresses, desperatelyholding on fordear life.you claimed the sun shineda little brighter whereI stepped; you tracedthe stars in my eyesand down mycollar bones,you swore by myfreckles and theway my nosecrinkled when I smiled.[we were entwined like ourlegs beneath the sheetson those cold decembernights]i was your Rapunzel,the fire escape fromyour tower ofmisplaced tradgediesand misguidednotions—now i’m just anotherbrick in the wall,another face leftto haunt thedark circles underyour eyes
StitchesI lost my voicethe day you died.I sealed it up in a jar,just freshly plucked frommy cherry red lips;it sits forgotten inthe dust, right nextto the skeletonsin my closet.I can still feelyour fingers clutchingat my adam’s apple,playing the delicate stringsof my larynxlike a broken harp.you were the wordsthat left mymouth as prettypoetry andcomplex metaphors,but the ink nolonger flows throughthese calloused bones.I can’t help it as myfingers dance over the stitchesthat line my throat,single file x’s that remindme of the dayI forgot how to breathe—at least you can’t hearme cry anymore.
on the rocksyou've got your fingerstangled in my heart strings,like long bonystraws stirringthe dregs ofa drink you left to sour. cigarette burnspock my skin,i'm nothing morethan your literaryashtray; icollect yourburnt out memoriesfrom dayswhen "living"actually meant something.lipstick stains thenapkin in your back pocket,a token of anotherone biting the dustas you stumble yourway through smokydreams and lucid bars;my namequivering on your bed post.
didn't your mother ever tell youi’m running on thesetrain trackribs of yourstrying to shakeyour saltout of mywounds.i know the trainis coming,but i’m sohigh on adrenalineand midnightcoffee breaksthat the worldis just a blurof muted colorsand vibrantsparks ofsound.the x’s onmy calendar arechoking me,it’s just a time bombt-t-tickingin my chestreminding mewhy i can’tstring four simpleletters togetheranymore.i can hearthe whistlesoft and slowas it splits thesilence spilling frommy cracked lips;my eyes are closedwhile i spinin and out of yourfingersevading yourgrasp.it’ll be here anysecond.three.two.one.i knew this collisionwas coming,so why’d i flinch?
unrequitedsimply superficial,this addictionis deeper than theflesh though,it’s embedded in my bones.a carnal craving,making my fingersache for theindulgence.my nerves coiland recoil at thethoughts thatrush through my veins;flooding the peacefuldomain of mysubconscious.catastrophic disruption,throwingmy body intoan unanticipated overdriveit just can’tshake.the unadulteratedhappiness itbrings breaksthese c-c-crackinglips into asmilethat’ll shinefor days.it’s simple bliss—of course something sogood has a fairprice to pay.
Begthis isn’t your averagegame of chance,you’re dancing withthe devil, boyand someone’s boundto lose more thanjust their head.come on,match my every step.hand to hand,heart to heart.this waltz was madefor you andme--butdo you reallyknow whatyou’re getting yourselfinto?you’re walking afine line betweenlife and death andthe choice is completelyyours;you could be settingyourself freeor just diggingyour grave alittle deeper,baby.whether you’rebrave or just foolishlyin love we’llsee how you feelwhen I’ve got youon your kneesbegging.there’s no going back now.