breakthatfall

you and i are just like quantum entanglement when in the blink of a hurricane's eye our sweet phantoms begin to haunt the other's mind

when evergreen fades to brown (i can't breathe without you now) and sultry mist crosses arid hills (the less it aches the more it kills) the sting is bitter after it's sweet (our hearts prove to be discrete) like the energy to force a smile (has been depleting for a while) after you say we're over and done (you used to tell me i'm the one) you leave, and i leave the world behind (but still it haunts my tattered mind) your smile was bright but now it's gone (and I meant nothing all along) you said we needed to take the time (but your lips proved it all a lie) now some other foolish lover (impaling me as i try to recover) has

There is a quiet blood that seeps from the corners of my atria that you are missing from. I had four chambers wide yet i could not hold you in one you wanted to erase the line of your lips from mine. Torn from you it's a wonder how these alveoli still do move in not moving with the rhythm of your breath (it wasn't enough--) inhibition kept my lips sealed but now i cry out for your touch expectations had me reeled but now have left me dry. Do you think of me? I am terrified it's not so are you happier, are you better off without me? Please say no, no, (no!) I never knew how much I'd need you (I  need you), the

 When he looked up at him he felt himself freeze, every drop of blood that coursed so vigorously through his veins coming to a sudden halt, the very breath from his lips pause, words lost on his tongue.  It was very unlike him to be the one paralyzed in another's gaze—usually the roles were reversed, eyes locked on him in fear as he brought the blade of his bone saw closer to their necks. But there was something distinctly different about this situation, the Medic noting that his muscles were arrested not in horror, but in an apprehensive excitement. And when his breath remembered him under the gaze of those pale blue orbs he felt a grea

There was once a chance I did not take Once a blank headline on the gazette Once I spun the chambers in its roulette There'd always a grip I could not break. There was twice a woman that I loved Twice another reeled her in before I So twice the blade took away their life But twice spilt blood was not enough. There was thrice a prison that I escaped Thrice a time I had to change my name Thrice I was forced to take the blame— And thrice framers' bodies limply draped. There was never a moment I did forget How I never held her under the stars How I never erased these mental scars And always cleaned my gun with regret.

                   sickly sweet his muttered breath stinking of rain and rum nicotine that stuck to his sweat                                      and monsters between his lips                   they start to slip--                                      casualties of carcinogens                   sand paper made of tired skin peeled away sliced off cut in                   slipped away                                                         --addictions forgotten how to stay                                      their sweet poison the only company                   and bittersweet, missed opportunities and how you've slipp

"Scout." Spy knocked on the door again, but there was only silence. He let out an impatient sigh. "I know you are in zere," he stated. "Please. I can explain." "Fuck off," he barely heard the muffled voice speak. "All right, fine zen," Spy said with a shrug. "Let's do zis the hard way." From his coat pocket he pulled out a paper clip, which he unbent and used to pick the lock in quick precision. "You are not ze only one who knows how to pick a lock," he said. "Wait, you knew...?" Scout looked up at him. "Did you honestly think you could trick me, of all people? The next morning with a bottle missing and ze door unlocked, it is p