don't pick at your fingers nervously.

peel back the
ugly
dead
layers
of
decayed lies
and
false love
he has left on your soul..

somewhere over the united states
31 may, 2005

he didn't give her big shiny diamonds.
she didn't need them.
she is wrapped around my finger like an eternity band, he thought.


but he didn't realize she had diamonds on the inside.


truth & beauty, free from his emotional prison.
shining in ways that would never be recognized
through the imperfectly cut prisms of his eyes.

and the apartment: just delightful. very tiny and very cool with an amazing twisty wood staircase that creeps an winds and hides all of the secrets.

secrets.

such a sick
and torturous
and twisted word.

just like the crude staircase.
but beautiful, like a whisper.

slipping in and slipping out.

so the knotted ball of heartstrings and ribbons and whispers and
touches came unravelling.

bump
bump
bump


down the shiny and uneven staircase.

tangle twist turn curve
secret dark sweep hide
lips sweet stolen lost hurt
ache rage clench squeeze choke
stifle broken pieces ashes
smouldering raw
truth
uncover
betrayal

No I haven't seen the flowers yetFrom the broken seeds I'd plantedBut the ground is still too redFrom the wickedness you didCould you break my heart?It's so easy you knowYou did it all beforeYou know, you did it all beforeCan you feel it?Can you fell this moment?If you could be meThe said would be left unsaidJust refuse my heartDon't abuse my heartYou did it all beforeYou know, you did it all beforeYour pocket of schemesHas split at the seamsI don't need to argue anymoreYou're left exposedWearing yesterday's clothesNow you've undone thestitches we've sewn