.meeres.schaum.

.part of me has waited to be in love with you for a very long time.

.die tiefe ihres herzens

du bringst es in ihr heraus

sie ist so ruhig

sie ist so traurig

aber sie hat dich doch

lösch' die kerze aus

leichte schritte auf dem sand

es war so einfach, als sie nicht verstand

die wellen kommen nah

gib ihnen die schritte

augen die immer ins leere wegschauen

doch kalt in deiner, bleibt die hand

die seele ruft zu dir

doch ihre lippen sind still

je mehr du ihr herz zu dir hin ziehst

um so mehr zieht sie zürück

sie will nicht dass du ihre träume erfüllst

zerstör sie nur

ihre stimme schreit, aber in den wolken

hör sie nur

schwarze flügel werfen runter

in deinen armen liegt sie nun

ihre träne auf deiner schulter

sie liebt dich so sehr

umarmt von deiner seele

es ist zu viel

öffne die augen und

schau sie nicht an

bring die ungeöffneten träume mit an die küste ran

wir gehen unter.

.high on cough syrup. phase two.

.the streak of color.

.he left scarlet blossoms for the bruised statue

this winter has waited too long to touch you

she'll vent hypocrisy, see how much you

let the summer burn her sorrow

a whirlwind of fate-set-in-motion stored inside a jar

and if we blur lust and emotion, that's just who we are

the darkness of a street engulfing two shadows in a car

I don't learn from mistakes, my love, mislead me and I'll follow

chain reactions are with the aftermath, I should've let you see

must it always be persistence against volatility

I am not the child I want you to perceive

an incomplete truth doesn't mean it's all for show.

that star looks lonely, coiled up in clouds, let's go for a swim

self-destructive tendencies aren't just another whim

yes, it's all planned, but I wonder which way captivates him

I'll spend a lifetime making it up to you. are. you. listening?

and I know this could be the one that destroys me

my heart throbs with anticipation, bittersweet sorrow

there's only so much of your color I can borrow

I'm dissolving

.are you waking up?

.high on cough syrup. phase one.

.i know this could be the one that destroys me.

.shadows sift in moonlit darkness with no air

curtains billow above, in a day, they'll be threadbare

I'll go out, but suffocation will follow me everywhere

and he, of all the facades for this heart, will seem hollow

a something that remains elusive and its place is empty

know it's missing. but it was yours. and know it always will be

everything begins and ends with your voice saying pretty

every pair of syllables deepens that I'm shallow

awakened in a cold sweat, burning a nonexistent fever away

no recollection of either reality, 'cause time is at fray

artificial lights on stone turned un-stone. everything's gray

but one shocking streak of life painted across a nothing

scrape myself off the floor and think about ending this non-life for the hundredth time, once more

I need to exist, if only in this one moment for you. not afterward and not before

warmth snapping at its heels is no more than porcelain should endure

a streak of red against a gray-scale spiral, and I'm falling.

.i can't help you.

.little butterfly, what do you know of love?

the dark lace of your wings can't compare to the blackness of our hearts

You flit away from the eyelid as it opens

much like the dream that flickers beneath it, soon as you leave

You fly onto the palm that can crush you if it wishes

you fly away before it does

What do you want?

little butterfly, do you feel pain?

watching us revel in the acid rain that chokes you

But our pain is so much more intricate, we'll say

Yet I wonder

What makes your life pale so in significance

compared to one of ours?

Why not drain this world dry of its nectar for our material claims to emotions

and leave for you only that of our industries?

What do we want?

little butterfly, do you have emotions?

or are the patterns your dance creates just escape routes?

Do you know you're doomed, if you don't give in to our blood-lust?

When you hover around me, are you asking for help?

Maybe you could salvage a little shard of this

and keep it, it's what you're a part of

Then again

What do you know of love?.

.give me a name.make me real.

.Eyes that know my soul to its very core

but don't know it yet

They look too deep into it all and lose perspective

make everything beautiful in their own way

What they don't see

Lips that frame words not meant to be understood

because they're not for you

Words that build castles in the air

and tear them down because they're too real

Make-belief

And I watch helplessly as the weather changes

I'll make sense of it all, but only just

I paint you a sky, you'll leave it untouched

Your world is not for me

You may think I'm easily read

but you speak a different dialect

And you could write a thousand songs

to me they will be silent

A mind that knows I'll listen

but always tries to make me talk

All the right words, are the wrong words

I've said too much

A voice that whispers dreams into my ear forever

I hang upon its every word

So long as it's there, I won't have to wake up

I know when I do, I won't remember

Decipher the universe for me, feed this world I made up

Compare me to sunshine, draw me clouds of cosmic dust

Make me surrender, then tell me I've won

Play with foundations of trust

And I may think the world of you

but the world, it crumbles around us

The bridges that you build for me will burn before they've bound us

We'll stand on opposite edges of this realm and reflect

What will it be?

A soul tethered to the ground by a cloud

calls out to its pieces within me

The sun rises within your eyes and melts the static hush

Fire changes the world for us from black and white

Look for me in your dreams and ask yourself if I'm real, once you're awake

One of us will know how to complicate

Hypothetical is all we ever were, and I can't tell if you see the irony

I help keep things real for you, my escape from reality.

.Reunions and Cataclysmic weather.

.this world of ours has fallen apart

we live in the ruins held tightly to our hearts

what do we miss most?

nothing seems to have changed

we pursue the destinies the wrong turns we took led us to

the chances of way back then, caged

can't we live in the past?

i know that boy's grown up now

that girl is not the same

and another heart's been wound into this

but we still have the stories

and four lives isn't that long ago, is it?

those silly games we played

they'll be replaced by wars

whose side am i taking?

i don't want to hurt you

but i can't hurt them

hearts are not mine for the breaking

the dreams i turned to

they couldn't tell me what i had to see

i failed to realize that wishful thinking

wouldn't bring you back to me

the words in the night sky

fade away just like you did

we should've seen it coming

we wanted what they all forbid

can't we hope for a future?

i know it seems so pointless

what with our little constricting world

standing so still

and the rifts in our trust endless

the friends we once had

are now a distant dream, a lie

a disappointment that has left me numb

and devoid me of the will to try

but we still have the stories

and looking back in a while

four lives will be long ago, won't it?.

.flickers through city lights.

.memories of you come like stabs of pain

ebb and flow

fireworks in the night sky don't mean what they used to

they startle me

what about you? Are you hurting?

every time I think about how I'm over you

twenty-four hours later, I find myself wanting to cry

not like I cry for you, not that I want you back

just that every time I look to that place in my heart

the one that was taken by you

all I find is emptiness

and I want something back

what if I had answered that one letter differently?

I turn around and a spark of light catches my eye

caught by something that was once part of you

and once belonged to me

now it lies, collecting dust

i'll keep it with me tomorrow

i'll keep it under my pillow

you know I won't

I see a silhouette

leaning against a wall, his arm outstretched

he's wearing a navy blue hoodie, sleeves rolled up to the elbows

strong, tan arm, the silver kara, a red thread around the wrist...

Images. flashes of a similar arm

around me

turn away now. don't look. don't think. ugh, this sucks

slide shows with a dark-set background play in fast forward

every time something related to you invades my mind

all I need is a replacement for that space of yours. something that is hard to find

this doesn't feel like a me who was ever someone's lover

but I see flickers of the times I was

and I look into me to salvage that piece of me again

do we wish to know what we left behind?

the phrase "you complete me" comes to mind

but you never did

isn't that why we left?

and yet again, I reconfirm my theory

even though it was just to try and prove it wrong

memories. stabs of pain.

ebb and flow. I have to let go

but of what?.