toriholic

I long to be a bird on the wire Suspended above all that I love Emancipated from desire The only sensation that will stir my heart Will be the wind beneath my delicate feathers Poised on the edge of flight, my joy Is dependent on the weather Not so dependent on my mother I could redirect my gypsy blood Straight into the centre of my heart And in this warm envelope of freedom We could chase one another Dancing like acrobats, a playful hunt and take our rest in the arms of fields of gold For human hearts are too slow Too sluggish in their feeling Too heavy, too many blood filled chambers Without any possible for use

We leapt, from the starting line Backwards, into waters Into darkness and depth Too rough for me to navigate without casualty   We rose with the opening of rosebuds With a hunger for tender flesh, slicing through good judgement and The most gentle forms of unrequited Love We tore at it with claws and teeth And then wondered why our chests Began to ache Acknowledgement and sympathy does not compassion make My eyes were once wide With a perpetual sense of wonder At those delicate beauties With their unattainable qualities We all know the ones who could cause a deep swell in the hearts of revering lovers   A churn

So I was told I had issues with trust By my mother, of all people Who said she would trust me with her life But not the colour of the curtains I stood, point blankly staring Dripping water on the carpet From a rain walk From a clenched fist Crushing flowers I had picked for her In my fingers I knew this to be true Yet, I am not defeated It is inherited I have a problem With this empty space Between your hand and mine I stare at it when we sit, willing it into Non existence Calculating ways to have it Surgically removed This proximity, it does and does not Make me happy Oh, how can this be? I have no issue with t

We are all connected. We are all made of flesh made of carbon made of atoms, we move like one fluid mass through the atmosphere, changing the very chemistry of our surroundings by our presence. If I move my hand there is a ripple of particles, of energy that sends a signal through the air to you, and you take that hand in an instant, in an unfolding chemical reaction of which you have no choice but to perform - we are drawn together like stars being pulled to the earth, like magnetized planets. Everything you do will change the way that I move, everything I say will change the way that you think. It's called consequence. It will grip you like

For all that I lack, I could have been a worthy woman, And given my life for the girls who'd been scorned by their lovers I could have been their martyr figurehead And so rescued all the men But from what? From love From me From loving me And now this consequent broken heart Caused by bad timing and a desire For opposites I know him And I know me, that I without a second glance would walk past their burning sorority With my hand in his coat pocket And a song in my heart So I am caught With my hands in the dirt Of this relationship that was built On foundations that have changed, Have shifted like sand By con