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the things she loves hurt her (Collaboration with John Feddeler, Part II)
I wonder what he saw in me.
The fallen can recognize the fallen, perhaps.
His face -
Telling lines, lips slightly turned down,
Eyes that I could try to describe,
But he stole my words
Away and
Called to my fickle little
Whistling heart.
So when he approached me,
I felt like I knew him, too.
He's older, but
I don't mind.
Young -
I am,
And much too weary.
The Bridge of Sighs (almost Suicide)
I
Could've told him that Death
Is my lover
Waiting for me
But that would be cliché,
Being another
Death's
Mistress.
Another Death and the Maiden.
Besides,
I don't intend to die too pure.
He stood, so sure
His edges cutting to my
Unworldly skin to let
Slivers of his silver blue
Moonlight in.
I could only wish to be as eloquent as the waves
And maybe he and I can talk about
The stars
And small deaths
And how he'd like me.
And then he kissed me.
It was supposed to be electric, every romance novel says.
But when he touched me and
His lips met mine
It was like being enveloped in his smoke;
A magic from old silver screens.
You'd think he'd pull away
And say
"Hello, baby."
I
Felt out of place with my Converse high tops and I
Have never been kissed.
But heartbeats,
Heartbeats fool me and
Made me want to sing
The song I believe I
Finally
Knew the words to.
And the world was this.
And the world was ours.
Too close -
Maybe I want it.
Maybe I want him.
And I was in his arms
Like we were about to dance but
I...
God, foolish girl.
Years -
To believe that
Maybe
I am
Worth loving
Heaven, a place in my Hell
And Earth,
I cannot just let it crumble
With his kiss.
Telling me what?
Maybe I'm his lady for this night's
Song.
I sing.
I love.
Oh, God, how I love.
But I learned,
First,
Myself.
So I push away.
Maybe I always do...
Maybe I want him to fight me, too.
And I
Could say that I left my
Heart
With the man on the
Bridge of Sighs...
But that would be a lie.
My heart knows how to cry
And my lungs have learned
To breathe under
Tears
Long ago
He
Has
A part of me -
Part of my heart.
The one he had broken off
With a tip of his fedora hat.
At night,
I know I'll
Sing about it in my
Angsty girl tunes
And I
Will write him in my poems -
Hidden -
In raindrops
Where he
Cannot hurt me...
Not at all.
(Art: Uta Barth)
The fallen can recognize the fallen, perhaps.
His face -
Telling lines, lips slightly turned down,
Eyes that I could try to describe,
But he stole my words
Away and
Called to my fickle little
Whistling heart.
So when he approached me,
I felt like I knew him, too.
He's older, but
I don't mind.
Young -
I am,
And much too weary.
The Bridge of Sighs (almost Suicide)
I
Could've told him that Death
Is my lover
Waiting for me
But that would be cliché,
Being another
Death's
Mistress.
Another Death and the Maiden.
Besides,
I don't intend to die too pure.
He stood, so sure
His edges cutting to my
Unworldly skin to let
Slivers of his silver blue
Moonlight in.
I could only wish to be as eloquent as the waves
And maybe he and I can talk about
The stars
And small deaths
And how he'd like me.
And then he kissed me.
It was supposed to be electric, every romance novel says.
But when he touched me and
His lips met mine
It was like being enveloped in his smoke;
A magic from old silver screens.
You'd think he'd pull away
And say
"Hello, baby."
I
Felt out of place with my Converse high tops and I
Have never been kissed.
But heartbeats,
Heartbeats fool me and
Made me want to sing
The song I believe I
Finally
Knew the words to.
And the world was this.
And the world was ours.
Too close -
Maybe I want it.
Maybe I want him.
And I was in his arms
Like we were about to dance but
I...
God, foolish girl.
Years -
To believe that
Maybe
I am
Worth loving
Heaven, a place in my Hell
And Earth,
I cannot just let it crumble
With his kiss.
Telling me what?
Maybe I'm his lady for this night's
Song.
I sing.
I love.
Oh, God, how I love.
But I learned,
First,
Myself.
So I push away.
Maybe I always do...
Maybe I want him to fight me, too.
And I
Could say that I left my
Heart
With the man on the
Bridge of Sighs...
But that would be a lie.
My heart knows how to cry
And my lungs have learned
To breathe under
Tears
Long ago
He
Has
A part of me -
Part of my heart.
The one he had broken off
With a tip of his fedora hat.
At night,
I know I'll
Sing about it in my
Angsty girl tunes
And I
Will write him in my poems -
Hidden -
In raindrops
Where he
Cannot hurt me...
Not at all.
(Art: Uta Barth)
Published 23rd Aug 2016
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23rd Aug 2016 12:24pm
Who could resist Converse high tops?
your beauty & your caution & your desire, they show lucidly in this tale,
but Love, sweet Love, ensnares us all.
exquisite, & my heart certainly follows...
your beauty & your caution & your desire, they show lucidly in this tale,
but Love, sweet Love, ensnares us all.
exquisite, & my heart certainly follows...
23rd Aug 2016 12:31pm
Converse high tops, a gift from above for my clumsy feet and indie rock heart. :)
You...certainly are a thief of words.
Thanks again...
You...certainly are a thief of words.
Thanks again...
23rd Aug 2016 12:25pm
Oh wow,this was amazing! The last verse was exceptional and this was the perfect sequal to the first. Her contrasting point of view really kept me reading.
Well done to you both!
Well done to you both!
23rd Aug 2016 12:34pm
Thank you, Kasai. I was nervous about this piece not being good as John's. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
23rd Aug 2016 8:26pm
24th Aug 2016 9:14am
