Never Think.

by Ironic Allure   Jul 15, 2009


It's hard to focus amongst jokers and thieves when they roam your thoughts and pinch at your dreams like broken bones in desperate feet; I had the will but not the means. You could have been warned but nothing was said and I bit my lip so hard that it bled then brought the circus outside your door. I needed so much and you hadn't enough and it's a fine line to balance, a hard price to pay with brittle bones that rot and decay from power, from glory, from ill advice and creasing lies and I just didn't have the fight in me. I broke you in two and made my escape because I didn't feel regret like I felt mistake, so I clawed and scraped a goodbye for you.

But here you are.

I spat my words for you to learn and for you to rage and for you to hate and still you're back with every hope you had before. But nothing's changed, so if it's all the same, there's just no good in me for you. Whichever direction swept you away, retrace the steps that you then made; I've straightened up my posture but I still live on my knees.

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  • 14 years ago

    by limp

    Hey i miss you too

  • 14 years ago

    by Behind Blue Eyes

    I absolutely love this! i've been following your work for a long time now and i have to say that you always seem to amaze me with how well you write

    keep it up <3

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