Snow speckled with fire
Light up the fool within me.
I want to believe you aren't just another liar.
I wonder just what it is you see.
You're different, from the bar previously set you're miles higher.
Truly tell me what could it be
You claim to wait willingly without tire..
How can someone so beautiful want to see my tragedy?
You gave my first urge to cut my safety wire.
And just so you know,
I'm not here to hurt you either.
I'm not here to spy or enjoy the aesthetic show.
You have enraptured me so that I even visited my own Great Seer.
I can't look at you without
Knowing what I'd beg to.
The best part is if you sell out
I know you'd still have a seat for me too.
Don't worry, lovely stranger-
I've been healed for real.
I won't put this in danger,
All because I'm horrified to feel.
You see through me-
Not because we share the same fears,
Or that I even allow you to see-
But that our souls are mirrors.
Why am I smiling?
Why am I happy to breathe?
Why am I bemused by your beguiling?
Why didn't I just, do as I screamed and leave?
I've got a reason to see this through,
Because one day I'll tell you,
"I can't ever possibly repay you,
But I'll always be there for you the way for me you were"
So you want to see,
Want to know what's behind this mutilated massacre of mused misrepresentation?
Why do you act like you could actually, maybe, one day-
No, I need to stay where I feel safest for me.
I know what you're here to do isn't manipulation.
.... Are you my Janeway?
And the voices clamor toward my bay,
Ready and waiting to say:
"She's a Valenthe and a Kay can't you see?"
No, she wants nothing but happiness for me.
"If she ever holds you, she'll know."
Good, maybe if I finally say it out loud I can let it go.
"She only wants to know you because you push her away"
The facts show that she speaks to me practically every day.
"If you actually allow her in, you could end up feeling that THING, again."
Only the beginning, and already planning for the end?
"Don't you dare ignore what we say. Don't you realize? for her you're another game to play?"
That's not true either, running out of bullshit to lay?
I know why the lonely bat screams,
She aches as a tale of her own she sings.
I know that she wants to see every rip and stitch, no matter how close to the seam.
I've already conquered the adolescent fear of feelings.
Can't look at the colors of the day,
Without wanting to call you just to say,
'I don't know how this occurred,
But I'm finally smart enough not to let my recovery be deterred.
You're the first one from whom I won't run away.
I'm ready to stand my ground, and let you see all of me day by day.'
· Wed Oct 30, 2013 @ 05:05am · 0 Comments