Fight Or Flight One day, when we're grown up and whole, A time will come when none of this will matter anymore. I'll hold the stars in place, so they don't fall in - the cracks in the sky newly filled with sunlight. Dear, I'll be your crutch, your compass, your rope. There'll surely come a day when fight Over flight will be as finely tuned into us both As heart strings. When Bluebeard dies from our dreams And is only a faint memory, replaced with renewed hope - Snowdrops and tulips blossoming from the winter he left That you can still escape; no matter how impossible it may seem. Ellie, I would swap places with you if I could. If you can't walk, I'll carry you there. To #life. To friends. To home.

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Untitled 2 Intangible lyrics lay inside my veins and your fingertips. My cheeks exploded into apples drawn from a curved grin. A dull but enriched ache that I cannot grip Nor grasp at. Clamouring with spangled limbs From sea to sky, we are nobody and yet we are everything - Lost in our wealth, penniless and exhilarated, Timeless and young.

The Asteroid Belt Your words of honey drip like nectar From the bow of your mouth. Galaxies collide inside my chest; Painfully tight, a lucid occurrence of myth Or of science? Or of a dream at unrest. Meteor showers pass within me in the take of a breath As I wish upon wish faster than I can even think, Faster than my lips will muster, lethargic and surreal, Quicker than Orian's arrows can mark or sink. More rapidly than Callisto's jaws can strike. As insubstantial as smoke; More fleeting than thought. I would wrap each wish around you, each and every small kindness. That you would burn brighter than the sun. Cherished, spectacular, and so very warm.

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Of Apples, Snakes And Valium We're not in Eden anymore. It's not hidden inside a packet, or a pill box or a glass bottle. No longer is the heartache worth the fruit's allure - The poppies are withering, the grasses now barren. Your fevered eyes bear the scars of your past And the severity of your withdrawal. I can try until it kills me to be Atlas But my strength is gone; my shoulders sore. Don't you dare give in to the embers. Don't lose yourself to the riptide. We can still leave it behind, like breath on a mirror So please hold onto me before you're out of my sight. The berries are rancid, the vines thick with decay. Your Eden is an overdose away.

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Nostalgia The whole world turns in quiet solitude And it is eerily silent Without your breathing; And it is eerily still without my chest Rising and falling Alongside the pace that you have set. And it is eerily lonely Without your presence; Sleep-starved and dreary In the early hours of the morning.

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