Sunday Munich Album

i am flush
against the wall
clutching my chest of secrets
and i am flush
with the pavement
maybe that's why he walks all over me

it's my only space in this crowded place

nothing calms me but that stinging
quite like no other
small pieces of mind
misplaced over a line

it's my only space in this crowded place

dust has settled on my frame of mind,
misunderstood prices paid blindly for your sins,
remedies and resolutions unreachable from here,
past the point of solution.

but inside your eyes there's nothing left to see,
just a dull reflection of what i use to be ,
no more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true,
there's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding,

i'm simply worn out run out of answers,
your foundation laid with confusion,
bruises my confidence in myself and in you,
and modern concrete and dreams,
perched on the verge of truth,
he reached inside my womb
and retrieved a circus of my masquerades,
dense, thick with facades and rotten with time,
and replaced inside my tiny belly ,
what he thought there sound be ,
and in my grew the smallest tragedy,
and what do you have to say,
silence breaks across your lips,
luscious and delicious darling deafened by your indifference,
my cradle up inside with my own shadows,
i find , find it hard , hard to see things for what they are,
i stuff and swallow them these razor sharp memories,
and they cut on the inside,
where it's most unapparent to you

my rose of dark awakening
my moon in a sky of gold
my single wish untold
wishes blown to ancient stars
never to be returned
never to be heard or seen
plagued if only by dreams

my single wish untold
never to be returned
my single wish untold
plagued if only by dreams

i meant no disrespect
shrugs and shivers
as you paced around
in my life

in a place of howls and strangers
please repeat it
i, i say
please refrain form what you really mean
i remember you were smaller

feeling inspired by black and white
by simple , agnostic things
wondering if tomorrow will ever break
crack and leave its pittance on today
boys on the play ground
knock the girl down and she skins her knee
in the backyard someone calls her sweetheart
ballerina trapped in a music box

a stranger in her own dreams
the monsters force her to sleep
a foreigner in her own bedroom
her skin of pale platinum
like a china doll, painted eyes napping
in a bassinet not meant for her
i want to steal her away from them
away from here, away from me

truly out of character she lights these things in me
there's a fire in her burning
branding itself into me
struggle to find the source of this disease
i believe that i suffer, Truly believe it
from something beyond my control.

my arms around her
hold her up against the wind
the sun blinks away
the sky adopts a darkened hue
she is beautiful and tattered
she is almost perfect in every way

wings tucked neatly
hands folded purely

she's just so confused
drowning out the noise inside
hopes to have a conversation
without the interference
decorating her thin flesh
are the scars of where she's been
passing time in vein

wings tucked neatly
hands folded purely

all these girls smearing on womanhood
like it's a toy
parading around in their mother's attitude
passed down slowly
through generations
pantyhose and high heeled shoes
the charade of maturity

lipstick provides a coat against
not being noticed
leaving it's mark wherever it goes
to later be explained to some wife
why it's on his clothes
why he's home late again

there's a little bit of spice and swank
in every girl
just waiting to be uncovered
and dressed up
shown off
used with a girlie twist
these woman tools

his fingertips reach my frigid body
as again he's much too late
to find what he's reaching for
strokes me as he would a prize
a desolate void behind his eyes
the game between wanting less and asking for more
strikes a pinnacle here
in my bed
i believe

i hate this conversation
where you pretend to listen
and sometimes understanding me
but most times missing the point

renovated images of the girl inside
cut up
dressed down
and fitted to be tied
i slumber , she dreams
of these elaborate schemes
where she's the savior

prove to me please
that this is different
this you
this here
this me
but i fear there's not enough fever left
for me to believe

gaps in my memory
holes in the wall
the night i waited for the fairytale call
trauma and lace and satin and pearls
dressed up to look like all little girls
yet somehow i can still tell that it's me

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there is something in you
worth so much more than you know
mustering up the voice
to say something to me
the crowd drowns
spins out of control
like the universe between our eyes

still resting on your brow
for the few minutes after you wake
before your breath become regulated
before you dress for the day

tamed to accomodate my sensitivities
crouching to be with me
must sometimes hurt your knees