Walk me dutiful into love
Open my doorways, deliberate
Clear off the boughs
And the stars above
Walk me, dutiful, into love.

Pallor hearts of cosmic flame
Rush wax quickly, safe to say,
But, this, the tepid can warn no hand
Where Eros pierce and finger cove’
Rush me, dutiful, into love.

Yet, what ether of open mist
Can hide desire, away, steal a kiss
My, my how sane and cold in time
Do boundaries, up, the passion bind
What drives the lines, my heart it drove
Oh, walk me, reckless, into love!

Thatchen ardor incense the air
And leave me homeless, with luck threadbare
If my stars and hearts be flying doves
Away the fly or give a shove
At least I know I walked in love.
And know where I may fit.

i'm one lost little girl
but maybe i'm in my place
you wouldn't know, wouldn't care
what's left behind this pretty face

and some people do
some people look at me
with such heartfelt love
and admiration
like i'm some angel
that's come from high above

but what about me?
what makes me so special?
what makes me nervous?
and, what, exactly, makes you think i will call?

i've fallen from grace,
can't you see?
i've terminated my soul
there's no brianna left to be

so *******
but you won't
and i'll be who you want me to be
i'll live this life with you
until i don't

I started writing this when we were still together
The sad thing is that a lot has changed in a week without you.
It always started with how
before you my life was silence,
there wasn't any rhythm or serenity that came from song.

- I've changed it now.

During you, everything was music, and vibrancy, and just-
happy. Then sad.

Now that you're gone I've returned to my primary state.
I feel like the shell of something that used to be. Like whatever I was has crawled out and moved on away.

My old best friend got drunk last night and sent me a message telling me how much he loved me;
                                                             ­    because I was pretty,
                                                         ­                                 "****** up."
I wouldn't blame that on you though, because it's been a work-in-progress for
                       7 years now. You just splashed some more of that onto the already ****** artwork. Someone said that I should start thinking of people as art,
but I'm still failing to see how I could be anything like art myself.

But you,
you were a masterpiece-
signed with an expiration date.