the art of leaving you.you dwell in the space between two breaths.the art of leaving you. by ~arabesque-o
you inhale and exhale,
and then you leave.
but i've been taking notes, and someday i will leave everything,
just like you.
you say i will only ever dream of burning it down,
after all, i never took that last step that night.
i want to hate you for that,
for being right. but i'm too sad.
its become a hot air balloon inflating in my chest, expanding
until there's no room to feel anything else
not even for you.
and you are a loaded gun,
or a starting line, set to take off like a jet trying to outrun my storm.
i am an empty stomach,
hungry for anyone that will fix my broken.
i should know by now we all have to save ourselves.
i've finally figured you out.
you're just like me, too weak to save yourself.
too proud to admit it.
thats why you're always leaving,
always entering just to exit.
because every footstep echoing away from us,
all the empty subways and faraway towns
are just a rehearsal for the day you leave us with a gun in your m
monsters.i don't want to live in a world anymoremonsters. by ~arabesque-o
that locks little girls in cages
for the pleasure of 15 men a day.
warped.her mind is warpingwarped. by ~arabesque-o
a kite string tugging her under.
her head doesn't feel right
her skin won't fit right over her bones.
she's eating too much again,
she is not eating.
she's not sleeping,
she is sleeping too much.
balance is a instrument she doesn't know how to play.
its bow held uneven in her uneasy hands across strings like lifelines
she don't know how to coax.
you can hear her broken promises snapping like brittle bone,
leave her to drown.
the longer she stays sad,
the harder it is to find happy.
sometimes she misses them so much
her coal-mine ribs collapse in on her threadbare heart.
the clock counts in pairs
her pulse skips steps,
and its time to harness your feelings and saddle up your smile.
she's so genuine she can't tell when she's faking it.
Sta.sh
