captivesiren

Child, I've left Paris burning, and I know you've gotten scared of losing me within the green sea, absinthe dreams, and selfish care. I've lost all my time. I know you're whispering with her from cherished arms. Forget self-harm. Abandon hopeful memories. There was love in midnight spotlights, she said through her desperate eyes that obsessed upon the words I strung, my protective set of lies. I'm losing my mind. And everything I said for you to help you through is now aflame. Give me your blame. And I'm fading. Don't stay waiting. I won't return the same. Remember, darling, how to cope. I'll still be there as a ghost. If I had the means w

Oh lovely I’ll always be here as you lose your soul Inside the green sea Of absinthe dreams that help you grow old As some pretty lithe and lonely Decadent scene that was doing your thing without care But oh lovely You haven’t aged to be so unaware Of my fantasies, My growing anxieties   My affections mean nothing at all   Oh lovely All who once held you have fallen behind Careless and needy, yearning to feed off the renaissance mind Of some pretty lithe and lonely friend They could need to give comfort intelligently But oh lovely You aren’t any friend to cure this enmity   Aggravating me You’re

Worry stitched to your face creeps to your arms in our embrace. Enlightened waves roll over your shoulders as surface warmth starts growing colder. This decadent gaze, a scar from that still smoldering blaze, holds love for you, I swear. Ignore seemingly hollow stares. You give protection, expect perfection, but dreams are meant to crumble down without even lowly sounds. Patience, dear. Do not fear. Do not let me let you down. I'm trying, but I know I'm dying. I'm a flickering soul. Don't tell me to "Just wait," and that time will cure this curse of hate. Maimed, shamed, they drove me insane. They used my body and left blood stains. Now

The sticky, sweating summer rain, tears I fear are cried in sympathy for me, fog and confuse all the once sparkling landscapes. Quixotic, erotic thoughts of far off escape that we both strived for are masked so that their true grey tinge does not dampen my golden, sublime crime. The rain ceases. Ahead lies a shock, a sudden stab into my already twisting stomach. I feel sick. sickening how one person could perfectly paint the fantasy you've always wanted to live. Give you everything and know every little touch of the hand, every kind word, was a lie. A lie they loved. I know now. I know where the jaded self-hatred festered, where it grew an

Memories of them Those we saw drown in bloodbaths Bring forth apathy

Self-medication In countless broken bottles Once filled with decay

Unsuspected acquaintance across the seas with snide sarcasm, you befriended me. Mutual darting, heated glances only to become mere hints of what we could be. Winking wit so slyly, wryly charmed my almost-independent heart. A little flame rose in spite of underlying conflagrations that burned so brightly for another whose heart stayed too icy for a fiery signal in return across the sky. So your winning, judging eyes which held disdain for all but me brought me joy every winter morning. All was well for two misunderstood souls. But spring grew far too soon. And your disposition stayed frozen to tender touch in spite of desperate calls, pleas

You always speak such bitter, jaded words like shards of a mirror reflecting you slicing your flesh to shreds. Can't you see how much false scorn such insults hold? When I look at your dark, shadowed features I see a man of high esteem. Introspective, intelligent, intuitive, supportive, selfless, sympathetic, full of astounding potential. I see a man that can alter my vision with one murmur, one little flicker of a smile. We started with uncertain steps that soon turned into a path of waterfalls and waking nights where I yearned just for your arms, for some sign you held me to the esteem I hold you. You know beyond this taciturn mask I'm p

Etched into my mind exist the images of you sneaking me away to that foreign field of sublime serenity. Of you holding me in your embrace to send the sickness away. The depths of your voice soothed my stumbles, my anxiety, my insanity. One unexplained absence later, we tried to love again in what was all but a farce filled with bitter hopes for growth outside our winter garden which soon wilted into the piling snow just like the rest of our naive, blooming hopes. I wanted to view you from that lens you saw me through. I wanted to be your lady while love lasted, but within days, dreams were dashed my dear. We tried to love past the swell o