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Everything is broken down and I feel amplified
Against the backdrop of this empty canvas.
I used to paint the world in colours
And dance wild between the flames of life’s own fire.
Being broken is not being crazy,
Mad or insane
It’s you or me, empty inside our own minds.
My canvas lies silent in the corner of my room,
Beckoning to me with soft murmurs
“paint me”.
And yet I stare at it with haste,
Distaste.
Picking up that brush means I have moved
On.
Past the moment of self destruction,
Past the thoughts screaming inside my own
Head.
Everything has been broken down
Since you left me here;
Every thought
Every kiss
Every moment you moved inside me.
Take me away into the night where the dreams
Do not burn through my eyes
And I can see past all the lies that have
Brought me to this place.
I have seen the things no one should have to see
In one life time,
And now I ask of you,
Take me away.
Take me away into the ocean, where the waves
Lap against my side.
Into the house that will become our home
And where the cards I draw will be kings
And not jokers.
Take me away to a place
Where my eyes will be able to close themselves
To the night without fear of restitution.
And now I ask of you,
Take me away.
Don’t give up on me,
I may run time and time again
But I always come back to you…
Take me away,
Take me away.
Lift my arms into the air
Place your arms around me
And I will no
There is no one else who will ever take my place.
And all I ask of you now is,
Take me away.
If I really believed that we would be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart then I would not be standing still. I would not be drawing lines in the sand. Big freaking lines that show where I am and where you will always be, on the other side. Away from me. looking at me from the sidelines of my life. If I truly believed, then I would not be looking for something else to wake me up from what feels like one thousand years of sleep. If I truly believed then I would flinch when you touch my face, my hands would not wander further from your reach. If I truly believed I would say yes when you asked me to spend my life with you. And yet I falter, I stumble. I turn my back and I start to walk until my legs break into a run.
