catch-every-spark

I would love To meet with  you To see you again To eat broken glass with you To just meet our end To watch shooting stars with you To just watch them glide To hide all my secrets from you While I burn inside. To tell you I love you While my secrets are burning To tell you I'm fine While my stomach's churning To try to spill All my secrets to you To feel myself cry Drowning in blue

At a loss for words, Overload of memories. I hate you. It's your fault. It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault I'm me. I hate this. But now I'm just Like everyone else. hiding a secret. Praying they're gone. Gone.

White noise is all I can hear. It's clogging my veins, filling my ears. And if I got cut all that would come out are crumpled old scribbles just screaming to shout.

Remember how to forget me, my love Forget our love. Step one: Remember me in all my glory. Although if  you do that, there might not be much to remember... So just remember me, and all of my mistakes, Although, if you want to forget me, just remember my glory. Step two: Remember all of the stupid things I say. But don't remember how they made you laugh. Unless you were faking; then remember. Step three: When you have forgotten, Remember everything, My laugh My smile The way I kiss. And smile when you realize: You can't.

I can't find any words to say. Robbed of my sanity. Robbed of any free thought (or will) I might have. Robbed of any other love I might have. Fucking heart breaking bitch. I hate  you I hate you I love you I hate... Who am I kidding? I'm nothing special... and this is just like every bad breakup poem you've ever read before. Note to self: Ignore this Ignore me Ignore the fact That you are ignoring me.

All of this talk of worth, of love. These lies aggravate the truth. Makes it come ripping tearing roaring out of my heart. Maybe if i shut the doors fast enough, I'll believe their lies.

Torn apart Not where I'm Supposed to be Drowning in blue Flying in white Treading on this path That wasn't meant For me

It's an odd sensation, Isn't it? When I say 'We', I don't mean us. And when I say 'You and I', I don't mean My cool Nebraska guy. But you never really Were from Nebraska, Were you? When I gave You a map, you pointed to Spain and called it Nebraska; Land of Broken Hearts And Bullfights. Some Times, I thing you Dream of being a Matador (not that you Are capable of having Any dreams or aspirations). Would you keep it if You knew that my bloody Brass knuckles were the bull? Of course you would. You would do anything Just for that thrill, And the threat of Mortality has never Stopped you before. Nothing has. Except

One                                      Story. A life being Lived, no matter How many a                                      Time It has been Attempted on. Her life                                       Is Her own. The time for Others to Control it is                                      Over. Over

Dazed and confused Like stars in the night Explosions of colours Masking our plight A whispered I love you A quick touch of lips A mistaken identity A pressing of hips His fingers in mine His breath in my hair At this point I realized That I didn't care Like lights in the sky Our sparks will fade fast Hallucinatory colour spots Fading at last.