Clemce

Today, I forgot the time When I didn’t need you to get high off of life And this fix of you,      I might have taken more than I should have... this time... - my uncontrolled heartfelt overdose- And like the addict that I am, you broke me You – my living drug- -the one with a beating heart, which can give more than mine ever could bear to receive- You broke me, just like I broke the promise I’d made myself To then find myself caught in the cheating summer rain And right now, it’s just about all that I can do to remember wise words “when theres’ nothing to be said, say nothing” Instead, I’

Little princess Stuck with your feet on the ground You kept on trying to make something out of nothing -something out of you- but feelings fade -and so will you- even more so when people change They just never told you that Sleeping Beauty was also her own Dragon, keeping herself from living -just like you are doing- Just remember it is already tomorrow – somewhere in the world- Another way to keep on telling yourself the Tale of Tales Because you still have today to live through, before getting to a tomorrow -no guarantee if it will be one worth living though- “Some kind of beauty” is what they called you But this name cal

She would live life on the edge of reason hoping that by risking it all -her sanity, breath, integrity- day in & day out & still coming back from it – almost in one piece- it somehow increased her legitimacy to her life as if that was proof    her proof    her cue that she ought to carry on the universe’s way of letting her know she needed to carry on putting her life up for hire hour after hour for a set fee   -until life ran out    or ran dry- she tried to avoid thinking of it though -the nonsensical nature of it all, the lack of “bigger picture” the distance between her soul & body throughout most hours of the

Truth is, I was afraid of looking in the “wrong” direction I was afraid of how this could make me go astray never noticing how not looking meant not having a direction, let alone one to get wrong. Thinking back to some of the words you said,     -those that dropped from your lips and fingertips- they just made me want to drown my soul and to keep it under until it made one with the sea. All I really wanted at that point, was to let the devil in my bloodstream dissolve the sea itself. I couldn’t believe how truly high I got off of you off of your words; those strings of sounds that reached my brain and somehow tripped t

She would put the handwritten letters into the ocean and stare at the words disolving into the water hoping that once the ink left the paper to join the sea its contents would still live on beyond the realm of possibilities -the genie's ungranted wishes- She couldn't believe how high she got off of you, how you became her sole craving, how she'd be drowning without a shot of you running in her veins -her quick fix- Time flies, but she never was the pilot "Everything is uglier up close" she would say So she'd keep everyone at arm's length and somehow, just by standing there at the balcony, she was holding the universe together -stars & gala