TheCalmOfCalamity

It was strange to see you again You're a certain kind of comfort But certainly not a friend And as you lure me to your bed I quietly say, "I thought we had put this to an end" The body remembers What the heart forgets Let's fill in the gaps Let's make new regrets This love just won't disappear I push, you pull Hard, far and away You: you're so afraid of feeling near And me: I'm equally afraid you won't ever face your fear We can create all the distance we want But you know we always end up back here again This place where our bodies remember What our hearts seem to forget This place where we can fill in the gaps And make ne

You say, You want me to trust you. I say, I only trust some, and they're far and few I've been burned bad, baby But I'll do my damnedest to try 'Cause even if this ends in pain, Even if you may me cry and cry, I still want to know you, through ups and downs I still want to fight for the good times 'Cause smiles always outweigh frowns I want to kiss you every day, every night I don't want you out of my mind or out of my sight I want to taste the salt of your skin I want to commit original sin Let's just make love and laugh, And put all our pain in the past Let's allow our hearts to jump in And hope to God it lasts You know,

last night I came home with five bruises instead of four; I thought I was better than this; no, this feels all too familiar- yeah, I've been here before… caught in an impulse, judgment impaired, substance so sick, I wasn't prepared- so what? you never cared. I shrink inside myself, becoming smaller with each touch; your eager hands try to take too much. now look at this mess- you shattered my mirror; you can't even see me clearly, so why are you here? I'm under your influence, and over my head, your words are so weightless, just hanging by a thread- some things are better left unsaid. and just like clockwork, the

it's a shame when my creativity chooses to come all at once because this head of mine, well it's crowded enough without my words tangling up, and my camera flashing in all directions, and my brushstrokes blending together… you see, what happens is the sentences stop making sense, and the pictures don't capture what they're supposed to, and the colors, well they blur to brown and you just can't call any of that art.

once upon a time, she felt small and discarded; just the shell of a lonely, disposable soul… and as she huddled into her own shrinking shadow, she thought to herself, 'this feeling is all too familiar,' and quietly wondered if anyone would remember her.

lost in night's shadow chaos born behind closed eyes time to wake up now