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liz Dec 2014
I wish I could say that I want to keep trying,
But I've honestly had enough.
I've said to myself many times before
If I can't take it anymore,
It can't be that hard to let go.

Shouldn't it be that way?

Well it's not.

You, my friend, have abrasive hands
And they are all over me.
I don't understand how you could be so blind.
I've pushed you away so many times,
I'm surprised your not cemented face first into the pavement.

I can't stand your lectures.
You speak as if I need to grab
The pen off the table and document every word,
You believe your morals need to be the bible for the people we need to live by.
That would be a cold sick world.

Your hard headed look on life
darkens the light that wants to shine.
Pathetic really because you do it to yourself.

So this time, I'm going to push away
And I'm going to do it hard.

The difference from every other time,
You won't even see it coming.
Because you won't even know I've done it at all...
Until I'm gone.
Hard than I thought.
liz Dec 2014
The soft hum of a melody was playing in the background. My fingertips were dancing across the keyboard and I was writing away. There was something about the combination that sent these beautiful tremors through me.
The words that flew onto the paper sang this melody and I was transported into the world that I thought I lost a long time ago. I was home in this instant.
It wasn't where I was, or who was around me.
It was was the realization that what I was doing was going to bring me bliss. That this right here is what is going to send me home.
Typing, or writing or singing these stories that come to me will be the life of me.
And I have no problem on spending the rest of my years doing this.

Tonight, there was something about the rhythm of my fingers that danced to the melody that played in the background.
And I wrote a story...

A beautiful story.
liz Dec 2014
Sometimes
I can smell in the air what used to be.
Some days, the wind carries it
And it treacherously finds its way to me.

The very moment it's ripped from me,
I'm left wounded and scratching at.
I fight the air with all my strength,
Screaming at it and beating at it
Because it fooled me.

Sometimes
the sunset is just right,
And just for a moment
it sends me home.

It's lethal and a weapon of mass destruction.
Because it slowly fades away
As if It never was
But burns me as it will forever last.

Sometimes
I feel whole again.
Sometimes
Things seem to be fitted in the right places.

Sometimes
I'm pathetic and actually believe things as beautiful as those are true.
liz Nov 2014
Words.
There coming out your mouth
and you got me beggin'
push them out

Days go by
And I don't see
Why you
Keep on coming
Back to me.

Time.
Is forever at a still
Waiting for you
To spread your wings
And go home.

The clouds begin to cry
The sun continues
To hide.
Baby you got nothing
But apathy.

And I'm telling you this is wrong.
Thinking
Maybe we can fix this
But I'm screaming
"Wrong".

Floorboards.
Continue to crack
With every step you take
Coming to me.
The night is just
So dark
This light is completely
Blinding me
Can't you see that I'm
suffocating?

No stars align
The moon isn't fine
When you say
Your beautiful.

And I'm telling you this is wrong.
Thinking
Maybe we can fix this
But I'm screaming
"Wrong".

No fights seem to end
We will never settle this
Settle this.

The temperature
Is rising
And we are melting into
Nothing.

This is just wrong.
Feels wrong.
Looks wrong.
Stays wrong.
  Nov 2014 liz
Michaela B
The wonder in your eyes could illuminate all the dying stars in the sky. I've never met anyone who could play music like you do -- you've got a knack for talents I can only dream of having.
I hear a symphony of world-class musicians when you sing, and see the patient sunsets when you smile.
Your hugs make me feel hope inside my heart. Your hands make me feel a kind of happiness that lasts for hours.
I love you, but I have to let you go for now. My dreams are filled with futures of you, but I have to let myself see the possibility of futures without you.
I cannot let myself say the goodbye I know I need to move on from you. You don't have to know that I am letting you go. I'm not going to tell you.
liz Nov 2014
You're nothing left
But pictures on the wall.

Surrounded by a million people
That aren't you...
Where did you go?

I searched the crowd to find your face
But all I found was red and tears...
For you.

I wanted to run down that aisle
And rip everything apart
Because they thanked the sky
For bringing you somewhere safe.

I almost laughed in their face...
They know nothing of you,
And where you are now.

It began with the ocean
And it couldn't have been more beautiful,
But it grew crueler when they kept
Meantioning a certain someone
Who claims he has plans.
Or so we assume so to keep us asleep at night.

This wasn't supposed to be about plans
This wasn't supposed to be about the greater good
This was supposed to be about
Our little infinitities.

It was shattered and we were left to
Find a new way
By grieving in a chair feeling
The presnece of you slice its way out of us
Like a knife to the throat.

If this is something we are supposed to thank a certain someone for... I think we all need a little readjustment in our values.
She was too young...
liz Nov 2014
Lie
Dreams,
What little they mean when your hands are around me, chocking me.

No stars align
The moon isn't fine
When you say they're beautiful.
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