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alas,

no more dancing in the darkness

don’t come back

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somewhere along the way,

you lost your faith in me,

lose your faith in me

did you want to be something more?

you don’t open your eyes for a while,

you just breathe this moment down

just breathe this moment down

you believed I was crazy,

I believed that you loved, me

there’s a thousand things that don’t wash out with anything

my windows are breaking

someone’s drawing a new one

mmm, mhmm

don’t,

Mmmmmm, mhmmm

cut it out

don’t

Mmmm, mhmmm, mmmmmm

keep me clean, surround me

sound it out to me

Mmmm, mhmmm, mmmmmm

don’t cut it out

don’t

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Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

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“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”

— Unknown

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down come our resistance’

we become unafraid

conceal my comfort

from any consolations

clarity needs no temptation

I need no temptation

I need no temptation

I plead,

white coving, lace netting

ankh anchored soul

now I see where I belong

with every fated hook,

I hear them sing your birdsong

though I can’t tell what they’re saying

I can’t hear what they’re singing

I plead,

let me sing your birdsong

clarity needs no temptation

I need no temptation

I need no, temptation

I bleed

they’re asking me where I belong

whilst I’m begging our fate to be redrawn

carry on, carry on,

…carry on

ferns and fawns

synergy was the only cause

you’re the only one that knows

what the leaves have done to me

the birds still sing

“by blood and by me, I’ll follow your lead”

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the first time you caught my eye

it was not love at first sight.

instead, a quiet curiosity was

planted in my chest and i knew

it was only a matter of time before

you sunk beneath my bones and

nurtured this deep-seated familiarity

into a love so fierce that i would question

if i had ever been in love before.

- lyra

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Do we blame Eurydice for being swallowed by the underworld? It was never her choice, but her curse…

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If only you were Orpheus

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you chose etched pages instead of oxygen

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read me softly, gently, bitterness never kisses your consciousness from my lips

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I’m tired of your twisted words,

your denials in which you call blame when you detest the experience of my words, perceived

Still yet, you act like you never took my hand guiding me into a darkened forest with a blindfold on, telling me “It’s okay you’re safe here, never will I bring you harm like them”, expressing your denial and desire in ways you know I will decipher, breadcrumbing the path with your eye contact, leaving you innocent, even when saying it plainly; offering me ways in which you wanted me to be your salvation, giving me the illusion, the delusions - of choice, whilst giving yourself grace, as if those seeds weren’t planted so purely, so plainly within the naked eye…

You played me safely, softly

Even though you know you’d beckon your own self for the thoughts

Never mind beckoning me for if I danced in directness

Because you knew I was safe

Because you knew I was an option

Because you knew I’d always protect you

Because you know that you could retire your heart within my arms within a seconds mention

But don’t worry, darling

I’m not one to threaten

the feeling of being

beckoned

never

A kick, skip and a slither of a slight mention

A new conflict, the same lesson

Forever you become a beacon

Guiding lost ships back to your dead, end

fleshy at your edges in despair as you run the cycle of your yearly errands, preparing me for another drought, scorning me for when the waters run

but I’m drying up, salt tastes sweet here

…but I don’t want to let go,

you’re my only yearning

within a sea of souls begging for a mention

a touch of attention

but I know I wouldn’t be able to offer, to give myself, whole

they all know of Emma and Dexters shared soul

they all know I’m digging my heart an even deeper hole

just promise me you won’t pity my hollowed soul

once I finally let it go be consoled…

no

no,

no

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I worry,

daily, your waters run within my spirits

weekly, my love in adoration

is revealed for oxygen shared between many

in rooms and in walls you might never see,

words you might never hear,

declarations unyielding for sacred expression…

many will understand unknowingly

a timeless face I’ll forever yearn for

strangers might yearn too

a selfless hope for salvation

for a soul not mine

twisted in sorrow in discontent

I fear the mirror

that reflects

my speculation

I fear the dimensions in which whom

my inclinations

are not self - actualised

I fear my every thought

be mistaken

Have my inhibitions been unfounded?

Has my heart been injudicious?

I’ll whisper my sins and proclamations

To a symbol which drenches us in

safety, forgiveness, salvation

I’ll beg the waters to signify our strength,

the wolves to feast

on our sweet sweet bones

when soils sing

that of our wholeness

in death or due part,

I become I

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This year, every day since St. Swithens Day, it has rained in Scotland. Old Wives Tales ring truer than the taste his truth left in mine.

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well,

you know where your unforgotten

sanctuary lays

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Interlinked intertwined for all time

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