Librettos of Lily
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You have done something irreversible to your soul, something man made and daring to your bones, you have done so while I was in a blindfold, in the dark burning myself to find the light. You have done so to please the wounds littered like diamonds all over, to satisfy the appetite of a beast
~and what did you gain except fear?
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Am I in disbelief to believe you somehow let me in your world,
That you manifested a side you hide from your blood,
Am I deranged to think you somehow let me perfect your torn image of love,
That you attached the rip of your soul from what I gave.
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I spill the deep gash of blood on the steps of tommorow, reading the words of prominent minds. It is a dark habit I have grown to long for even in my dreams.
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You drink from the palms of hands, obsessed with the curve of my fingers that reach for you in the heat of the moment and it saddens me beyond expression. The undeniable lengths you go to see a smile, how I wish them back then. Your haunting stare that steals all the breathes around you but my own, reciting a passage from a book. We've been here before in this hazy light, dancing on the edge of grandeur and tragedy. I have no more air in my lungs left to fuel your flames. Instead I would allow you to keep the memories somewhere beautiful and young in your heart. All the ribbons in the world and I untie yours with my teeth. All the poems on earth and I touched yours. Keep that with you until death comes to visit. I won't resent you for holding onto those good old times. It's one thing to be made into tough and it is another to be born as such. You sneak a look at my reflection in the broken winter mirror as I unwrap your soul like silk, exquisite cries echo at every reveal. In the grand scheme of things, what scares you the most was not being able to see pick you apart and put you back together. Before I close my eyes, I imagine the confusion that swirled in your orbs, the stench of hope on your crescent lips, but then I also imagine lingering sadness on your face that puts me at ease. I loathe how I love to see you wreathe in pain but know it was not in vain. It was a milestone for you to be devoid and to be filled again with a newer light.
