Archives for the month of: June, 2012

Please do not take my lyrics without asking. Thank you.

We sink into branches that we call suspenders. Time crystalizes the beating of your heart, but I see how you are not fragile.

I don’t want to get up, out of bed.  I’d rather slip, fall on my head.
My heart wants to collapse inside my chest,
but I’ll be okay if as long I can look–dead–

Do you hear it now? Can you feel the sound?
Stinging on the lips she kissed, I felt, a tear, drop
falling from the stars, into the palms that were, stuck, like…glue.

But did it even matter,
that the constellation of our love never was baptised
in the fire of their burning, eyes?
Did it not matter,
that we weren’t scared,
and if we were just a little,
we never shared?–those secrets with anyone, else.

Do you hear it now? Can you feel the sound?
Stinging on the lips she kissed, I felt, a tear, drop
falling from the stars, into the palms that were, stuck, like…glue.
I’m so attached to you,
not a marionette, but a girl with an aching heart
and strings, of veins,
a body built without shame. 

Here in this world we find ourselves shoved between fibers of glass bodies. 
I used to dislike the feeling of everything concave,
barring in on me.
Now I miss the gravity of two bodies.
I want to feel passion.
Can you understand me?