Demolition Lovers Silver glints up at me from the blurred asphalt in front of me.
I wake up to another empty bedroom.
The white lines spin past in a whirl of snow and branches.
Although I surely convince myself to stay in bed all day, I know that I have to function, and go to school, and go to practice, and pretend that I don’t have to worry about seeing him all day. I know that have to get past the bruising lockers, and the cutting fists, and the blinding words like knives. I’ll make it through the next seventeen hours, and then I’ll finally give in.
Something warm and sticky pours from the side of my head that isn’t resting against something cold and metal.
Our SongI see you waiting in the rain.
I hear your voice from outside.
You’re humming out a melody,
And I know it’s from our song.
Three knocks apon the door
Is all it takes for me to know
That you’re not going back on what you said
All those many, many, many nights ago.
“I’ll never stoop so low,”
You whispered in my ear,
“As to do what they did to us,
By feeding off our fears.”
“But what if…
The day comes when you know…
You know that they were right?”
“Right about what?”
“How we deserve to be alone?”
You’re calling out my name,
Your voice is filled with desperateness;
It’s whispered out so fiercely,
I can hear it in my chest.
“I know that you can hear me!”
As I’m running to the stairs.
I’m tripping on the way down,
Just to be caught in your arms.
“They never will be right.”
I'm Not A Fag, I'm A Dyke A warm fingertip claws down the outline of the side of my face, the sharp, pointed fingernail drawing scarlet roughly on my skin. A shudder ripples down my spine, and I clamp my teeth together as the chord of bones press into the frigid puddle of blood on the equally as freezing asphalt. Moonlight glints off of the gold ring on the pale finger. A line of clear stones shine back at me. In the surrounding blackness, I can barely make out the clear night sky over the city buildings, the alleyway that I am trapped in, the bustling street where no one knows of what is happening to me.
The pale hand rips my thick, black glasses off of my face and chucks it towards the figure behind him. He grips my jaw in his rough hand, barely pulling me up into a sitting position. Although I am practically blind without my glasses, I can make out a balding head, and six o’clock shadow on the young face that is barely inches away from my bruised one.
I've Lost My Fear Of FallingI still hear your voice in the back of my head,
Telling me that everything will turn alright again.
I can’t believe what my mind is telling me…
Just because it sounds like your voice…
I know you see me when I see you talking to her,
And it kills me to know how far I’ve come from
Being your servant and practically lover
For all those damn years you know I was yours.
I’m not the same girl that you used to know.
I’m stronger, and smarter, and have a few scars
To show you that I can survive.
And I’m fine.
Are you still lost in time like I was?
Cause, sometimes I still am.
I see you everyday when passing your life,
It’s parallel to mine, so I know we’ll never touch
I’m standing on the edge of everything I know,
And I’ve lost my fear of falling.