Librettos of Lily
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We were entangled by something more than fate. It was a string on your corner of the world that pulled you to me. And for a long time, I loathed what connected us, like it was a curse that violently triggers what could be until I let it stay. I learned to embrace pieces that were yours.
We were torn from one cloth and it was tearing me apart to admit you and I could be the same, that a part of you revives in me when I try to murder it. It was the lifeline that saved me, that saved you when we were away from each other. I think you survive despite duality for everything else compared to living another day is less.
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I remained unsettled, bruised over the words that didn't leave my mouth and bruised over ones that did without intent,
I remained forgotten, forgotten by the love that never knew me and that one I told about my somber night,
I remained silent, silent to be heard in the middle of chaos and silent to be completely free of words,
I remained plain, plain enough not to be threatening the world and plain enough to be left alone.
-At what cost?
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If pain is not power, how come I am drunk on it. It feels like power because it gives me a reason to change my ways.
-I don't think I'll ever lose my power
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I don't care for burned pages that I set in flames in hot tears and bustling winds of heavy breaths,
I don't care for lost paths and broken bridges that are covered with dead end roads,
I don't care for damaged thoughts and prideful opinions that mask sanity,
I don't care for your wants and needs that aren't mine to fulfill and satisfy.
~Some of them just don't get it. There is no growth for some.
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"Always the bridesmaid never the bride"
Standing on the edge, looking at happy souls dancing with church bells, she felt the calmness long after drought settled in between her soul.
Dreaming she was among white clothes and vows, she felt the rage lit the path long after ashes clung to her veil.
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He looked solemn standing in the moonlight on the edges of two worlds but so close to theirs. He watches them laugh, cry, love, live but when they finally come to him, they seem to look at him like he took them away to misery. The broken gaze they cast him as they fight tears back his way tugs at his heart. If it was what was supposed to happen why does it kill them inside to follow him down their eternity.
"Who are you? Why am I here? I want to go back."
He had heard this too many times. As though, it was his choice. This was all he had ever known. 'If his purpose was this despised, was it really worth it?' He often hated parting them from the life they seem to hate from the surface yet treasure.
"You can't. This is your home now."
And then he would see the hatred boiling in their veins.They would turn their face away out of fear but he could feel their murderous words of their minds like sour drink. 'What was it they had that I can't give?'
