MoonbeamEuly

I called you hurricane, no, and you were my truth you called me, oh darlin',  and cried for your youth then for all the thoughts and coins we left behind and all the times we didn't stop to change our mind I called you storm, stop, and you were every lie you called me, oh baby, and waved your goodbye to the castles holding us together through wind the contract for your heart you'd already signed And it's useless to sigh over the good ol' times useless to scream out whethered ol' rhymes there's no one left to draw out future maps no, no answers left to fill in all these gaps. You wrote my first book, you were my first song you tau

Sometimes I wonder, how long did it take you to stop loving me? After you left, I mean, Did it happen slowly, glaciers melting gently into the Oceans of History, or was it the fast rapid tension of living lightning, the kind of hurricane end that shakes the core and leaves nothing alive in it's wake? Was it a conscious decision, an alcoholic giving up a murderous habit or like religious betrayals and unstoppable conversions to reality, did you simply wake up one morning and find me no loner there? Did you even notice? Did I slip from your mind in a haze of twilight on a cloudy day, sun melting into the Earth before you've had a chance to

When you still remembered the path of air in your lungs, you told me: Nights are deep and dark and long I'll always sing you a goodnight song I'll always love you when you do wrong. when you were still breathing in the essence of life's mistakes, you told me: I'd follow you across centuries and time zones I'll deflect the strikes, the sticks, the stones; I promise, I'll be your broken up bones. So you never have to bare any hurt, any pain, I can be your wings, save you again and again be your eroding everything, lasting salt in rain When your diaphragm still moved under jilted fingers, you told me: Every colour in the spectrum, br

It's like I'm still a little girl again and can curl up in your arms and convince myself that someday it will all be okay again, honest, it will. It's like I'm twelve with lollipops instead of cigarettes and future solutions instead of past mistakes, it's like I'm clean again; it's like I'm pure. It's like years of substances aren't intoxicating my bloodstream, it's like my body's untouched by anyone but the doctor. It's like I still believe in doctors; it's like I still believe in cures. It's like my clothes are too baggy and I can navigate my sleeves, it's like getting drunk still seems cool and there are no gaps anywhere that need filling,

I remember the afternoon sat at the base of the world curled up in his steady forest god arms as one of my brightest memories. "You make me feel like everything's magical." I whispered into his collarbone and he just closed his eyes and kissed me and said, "Everything is magical, you just need the eyes to see it." and from then on I knew we could have been home. I had a dream where i looked beautiful in buttercup yellow and you got down on your knees and said, "Marry me." you said. And I cried and and and said no and from then on nothing was fine, nothing was right. I had a nightmare where I looked straggled in broken black and

I'm trying to convince you to love me in the most obvious of mind games. Do this for me, if it's the last thing you ever ever do for me. If it's the last thing you ever ever say to me. If it's the last time you ever ever see me again for as long as our out-of-turn hearts insist on beating. Do this for me, and grab my hand without discussing the possibility of doomsday or the side effects of tomorrow. Do this for me, as if you remember the way the sun shone through too many tears next to faded telephone boxes at thirty-five past twelve on that Thursday when I first laid eyes first laid faith first laid hope (and not so firstly) la

I told you I loved you but really I was just grieving. And I'm sorry to tell you that she sleeps in gentle tumble weed she lulls herself awake to the sound of crashing waves because she think they'll drown out her sobs. She thinks you won't hear her heart break. She's crying and she's thrashing and she's screaming into your arms but you're too busy holding her to listen. She's cringing away, she's slashing away, she's crushing herself against you chest in the knowledge that at least the prison of your arms will make her safe. ((Although in all honesty, she'd take freedom and love and just fucking life any day over you.)) She

Oh, I will surround you. There are wings outside my doorway beating and beating to get it, but we both know that if I sit very still and let the bricks of my room collapse all around me they'll go away. I'm living in Raven city, would you like to come along? There are ruins as far as you can see, light lasts all day long ((so I can never sleep.)) But Baby, if you cup your hands and stare into the cage of flesh you still won't see darkness; the captured fireflies will dance and dance and dance until you feel like you're staring at an eclipse lined with gold; but you still can't sleep. ((I can never sleep.)) Oh, I will adore you.

------, I hope you know how beautiful you are. I hope that when you turn in after a hard day and you feel like your lungs are flooded and you're out of your depth you can find a safe harbour to sail home to, I hope the light always points you to the right way and never leaves you stranded. I want you to know that you're energy and kindness, that you're what every person should hope to one day be like. I hope you know I love you, but that you have greater things in your life to take care of; I hope you know your friendship has moulded the boulders I rest against. I'd say 'never change', but we're both old enough now to understand that sometim