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all those whispered promises, the way the days would eat them alive
the screams i'd hear, the sounds of love desperate to survive
and that tiny beating heart, that would burst and bloom--
the way punk rock would reverberate through body and room.
the way life can sprout from dead heart, dead womb.
the way sometimes even a spark can extinguish too soon.
all these, significantlly, can lead to sleepless nights.
the fever spreads, like a sickness, like a virus
like the bruising spread from my eye to my nose
the night the anger spread from his heart to his fists,
i thought this was the life i'd unwillingly chose,
knees to chin, ears tuned in to the heartbeat via wrists
but finally the swelling stops, my shaky legs carry onward
to the waves of your soul's beautiful ocean
the depths of which have not been yet explored.
the burning can spread, can cause you to singe
from the unrequited love you carry around, secret shame,
to the liquid desperation retrieved from the syringe,
it all burns through me and spells out your constant name.
i will never willingly let you go, i'll cling on to the shreds
space and time can bite their tongues in a standstill,
i never did my tugging at your vulnerable threads,
and i promise, with our sleeplessness shared, i never will.
the screams i'd hear, the sounds of love desperate to survive
and that tiny beating heart, that would burst and bloom--
the way punk rock would reverberate through body and room.
the way life can sprout from dead heart, dead womb.
the way sometimes even a spark can extinguish too soon.
all these, significantlly, can lead to sleepless nights.
the fever spreads, like a sickness, like a virus
like the bruising spread from my eye to my nose
the night the anger spread from his heart to his fists,
i thought this was the life i'd unwillingly chose,
knees to chin, ears tuned in to the heartbeat via wrists
but finally the swelling stops, my shaky legs carry onward
to the waves of your soul's beautiful ocean
the depths of which have not been yet explored.
the burning can spread, can cause you to singe
from the unrequited love you carry around, secret shame,
to the liquid desperation retrieved from the syringe,
it all burns through me and spells out your constant name.
i will never willingly let you go, i'll cling on to the shreds
space and time can bite their tongues in a standstill,
i never did my tugging at your vulnerable threads,
and i promise, with our sleeplessness shared, i never will.