Mustn't Be Afraid to Dream a Little Bigger Darling,

Hopes. Dreams. Yearlings.
Itch you can't scratch.
 That smell you dream of but never find while awake.
Blind sights set on sin.
Impossible desires.
I wanted these things. I needed them.
Until I dreamed a little bigger.
Just a push. And I was soaring.
My eyes are now poems and I see you now.
I mustn't be afraid anymore.

This Feels Like Falling In Love

Settle down with me.
And stop thinking about that tempting body.
All it does is drag you deeper into that pit.
Pit of NOTHING but despair and tears.
Lay down with me. And hold me. In your arms.

And let me take that aching in your heart and turn it into beating again.
That pain behind those words.

And that's how I know you.
I know you.
I'm falling for your eyes. But they don't know me yet.
This feels like falling in love.

Next Moment Broken.

Yesterday was right. Yesterday the blocks that he scattered were finally coming together. Yesterday the new passion I came to know saved my life.
Yesterday, he was looking at me with those piercing chocolate eyes. And yesterday, they warmed me up.
Yesterday I would swim in that sweet smile. And yesterday it would set me soaring.
Yesterday I knew I loved him. Because he would hold me and temporarily fill those holes in my heart.
Yesterday, Yesterday, Yesterday....
But today. Today is a whole new story buddy. Better hold on for the ride.
Today I felt him drifting. Today me drifting. I felt that awkward moment when there is nothing else to say.
Today he was quiet. Today he was sad. Today, he accepted that I am only a temporary love.
And what we have will end.
Oh also, something else happened today also.
A new wind came into my life; stunning me with surprise.
With those words of wonder. And that, "I'm trying so hard to be happy," laugh.
With those blue eyes. And that connection I know he feels too.
Yesterday was sure stone. Happiness.
Today is confusion and impossible yearning.
One moment perfect.
Next, Broken.

Blood Hath Made Ye Blind My Dear.

You don't fret over someone who had taken that cold sweat and turned it to nothing.
You feel sorrow for the pain and soon-to-be regret that they will go through as soon as they realize it.
Realize that it SUCKS to be them.
Because they lost everything. Because they could have had EVERYTHING.
Selfish.
Cross-cutting through hearts as the walk down the path.
Taking the breath and sucking it in to where there is no where to even draw the breath from anymore.
Asking you with lips of an angel to give yourself to them and you do. Because who says no to the lips of an angel? Well not you my dear. That's for sure.
So there you go. Go deeper into the beautifully dark words they draw you in with.
You go so far to be able to get out. Now you're stuck. Now you are down there with them.
But it's okay if you are down there. Because at least your with them.
Until they use that last bit of love you give them to push themselves out of there.
Now you are down there my dear. Alone. With nothing to even help you up from the ground. Because they took everything from you. Because you were willing to give it all. Now you have nothing else. That was the one thing that you could protect. And you gave it away like a pair of shoes.
They own you now. Don't you get that? And you need to learn that there are real angels out there.
And she is waiting for you to see her my dear. Because right now, you can't.
Because you are so obsessed with the devil. You need something from her. And if it's blood, you will gladly accept it. Because at least the blood is better than nothing. You are so blinded by that my dear that you don't see what is right in front of you.
That there is an angel waiting for you. But she won't wait forever. Because she doesn't want to have to live up to the devils secrets. The devils deadly deeds. Because she will not take that from you. Because she does not want to blind you. Because she doesn't own that blood. Because she is an actual angel my dear. See her.

Still Reminiscing.

I remember when I was little. I remember when I use to hide on the shelf above my closet with my stuffed bunny when my parents were fighting. I remember being used by him. I remember more than you think.

Yesterday is the future.

Mistakes. People make them. People are them. People get mad at people to make them. It always involves us; humans.
Mistakes. To you, can't be overlooked. Sometimes you can't even blink without people judging your every move.
Mistakes. To me, are always forgiven. Because of what they are! MISTAKES!
Because today is tears. And yesterday is regrets. And tomorrow is begging not to come.
Because tomorrow is because of yesterday.
And. Well that's because of you.
Because you are so stubborn that yellow can't be red for even one day.
And trees can't sing because they aren't allowed.
And no cards; thanks to your boredom.
Please. Stop it.
Stars are pleading.
Hands are weeping.
And our air is suffocating.
And. Well. That's because of you. Again.
When you decide to start singing and stop walking, let me know.
Because if not, you are also, one of those mistakes.

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