Slow

There's an angel with a crowbar hanging from my heart. She keeps prying while I'm praying for growth and for hope.
And when I'm cold and I'm broken and I'm unlovable, she hugs my veins in pursuit of persuading them open.

Though I don't trust her, it's not just her, 'cause I have yet to confide in my own insides,
yet,
if entry were based on the vigor of strength in character,
I could trigger my logic and she'd have my bet.

She's glowing,
hair flowing red,
white robe, gold rope, no wings.
She's undone and unfeathered them and tethered them in bows around my naivety,
where she stands and she sings.

Her songs are my memories, her steps are my bruises and the marks from the scars that my journey have shown.
I'm breaking fast, she's anticipating my moves and accordingly, she dances, Slow.

There's an angel with a crowbar hanging from my heart and she'd be bored without me.

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love you,
love, me.

That One

Everybody's looking for The One...
what if there are more than one?
what if there are none?

what if there's someone who thinks i'm good enough
someone who puts Ask before Touch
someone who doesn't hurry love

one who knows me better than they should
one who'd give me his wishes if he could
who will slow dance because he knows i'm not that good

i want him.

someone who never buys, but makes me gifts
never tries, but makes me giggle
who never lies, and lies with space for me to wiggle
who always has time for a kiss

one who loves to hear me, in even just a whisper
who is far too mature to nag and pry and bicker
someone who, even when im wrong, is the bigger
someone playful and strong and true

i want him.

someone who wants me bad
who sings me songs
who likes my dad
more than getting along
who likes adventure
who hates my makeup
who leans on me
who waits til i wake up
who i adore
who i just don't get
doesn't compare me to her
doesn't forget
what he wants, he takes
he learns from mistakes
walks the roads he's paved
and never stands in my way
he understands my dreams
he cooks for me
he's interesting
stubborn in his creativity
he's bold
he doesn't take bull****
he's probably not sappy enough
to read this
he's someone who knows who he is
but is still looking, just in case
someone who grows and accepts it well
someone looking for his someone else
i want that one
i want him.

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love you,
love, me.

Sleepytown

theres a place beside my nighttime
where no locales defined

fiction feels, distance is blind
time is ours and you are mine

im your raven-haired lustable
and we've the sheets for comfortable

weave you with me, just unfold
behold us; tangible, touchable.

undercover under covers, we understand
that taste in our time spent shan't be bland

spend it bending and blending mending hands
give power to choice, leave none to chance

dance with me and romance my dreams
stop the sun from bleeding, melt with me

tell tales of lovers spells to sing
in Sleepytown, where i'd pay, bet, buy, steal and sell to be.

i'm okay.

I've been thinkin'
I've been blinking winter in
and out my life
But they keep sayin' it's July...
Why haven't I melted?

It's okay that I'm numb
A little love-struck
A little dumb
That puppy didn't wanna bite
I just know that I felt it

Give me thorns with those roses
High chins with those noses
And wins with the losses
From the most braggadocious
Typos with the text
And wake for the rest
And wait for the best
With the worst worth while
Because
I don't want any
If I can't have it all

Lust
Pain
Illness
Rain
Cold
Grime
Lonesome
Time
Filth
Breaks
Cuts
Hate
Bruises
Black
Contusions
Facts

I'm okay with maybe
not being okay for awhile
If in the meantime
Waiting
Is this
:)

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Love you,
Love, me.

marijessanne
sarangay.