Backwards Dancing.

Talk to me.
Tell me.
Touch me.
Stay with me.
I'd do anything for you.
For a little bit of the poison that is your lips on mine.
For that stinging little bit of agony,
That means that for this moment your mine.
To feel your heartbeat, racing against mine.
For anything that that would tell me,
Just how much I mean to you.
Tell me everything, give me nothing,
Touch me softly, break my back,
You've done it all,
I know it all,
Like some twisted dance,
I break myself for you,
and hand you the pieces of me that mean the most.
I don't try to bite the hand that feeds,
But I crave the feeling of being something more.
Of killing this emptiness,
Born into me, by your kisses.
That swell and feed the silence, while smothering the thoughts.
That make everything seem like they will be alright.
You were something that was always like a dream,
The only proof I have of you ever being here,
Are these scars, running across myself,
Reminding myself of every time I hurt.
Trying to warn myself, of this tango, that kills.
But I'll dance another day with you,
Telling every time, I will get more,
I won't live without the poison,
But I will break free.
Kill the addiction,
By killing you.

Sing it to me

I found your song,
The one I sang,
The one that shows me you,
Who you really are.
I found it, sitting in my head.
Waiting to be unleashed,
Set free from the cage,
The lock and Key
I'd set it under.
Because I fled
I strayed and walked,
The straight and narrow
Died in peace,
Brought back in pain.
I found the song,
I one I need.
The one that is greater than any heroine,
Any thoughts to lowly for you to say
I found the one that shows me who you truly are.
What we are, here and now, and always
Frozen in an hour glass,
With cracked glass,
Where I slip out, and lock you away.
Becaause I know now.
I need that boy,
Like a bowling ball,
Dropped on my head,
Which is to say,
Not at all.
I need him not at all,
I need no needle in my skin,
No injection of him.
No Heroine, because the heroine has fallen.
Risen from the ground,
Where I stand now.
Not to be knocked around.
I need you no longer,
I am set free.

His song, was My Heroine, by Silverstein.
He played it everyday, he was with me.
It was my song, from him. A gift in sorts to me, I never understood.
But I don't have to...
Because I need him, like a Bowling Ball, by Superchick.

Atlas's sturggle

I'm only sixteen.
And I am only human.
So please if you could.
Stop putting the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I don't know how to deal.
I don't know how to construct something good with what I've been given.
I don't want to say I'm greedy and needy

I'm only sixteen, and I'm only one girl.
I'm only a sister, and a daughter.
So stop looking at me, like I can fix the world.
Because I don't know much more than you.
Your older and wiser, or so the roles should be
But it was me who raised you, instead of you who raised me.
I watched over you, and learned the world to quickly.
But never quickly enough it seemed.
I'm only wiser then you, because I have an old soul.
I'm only younger then you, because that was my role.
I feel like Atlas when you look at me though.
I'm taking on the world, bearing it on my shoulders.
Because my heart was to grand, for me to sit back and watch.
Though I may be an old soul, I'm still young in heart.
If you could what pressure you put me under.
You'd back off in a second, and it would destory your heart.
Because for all of your burdens the ones you can't deal with,
I am the one to take them off your shoulders,
Because it feels like I am the only adult, in a child's world.
For every burden you have, my heart is scared, along with my back.
For every burden is lashes, for which I endure and hold up the world.
But I am no Atlas, for he is a man, and I am only one girl, he had gifts from the gods, I have no help from above, I am mortal.
And the weight of the world is killing me, crushing me slowly with your problems and issues.
When I try to walk away, I have discovered this ball and chain.
If I could break free, when I break free, please know that I love you.
But I am not Atlas, I can't fix your world, as much as I can mend my own heart.
Which you constantly break, with your disappointments in me, and your own.
I am only mortal, I am only a girl, A daughter, a sister, a child, a love, a human.
I can not be who you want me to be, a mother, a peace keeper, a mediator, a balance maker.
I am becoming broken, damaged, hurt by your lies, unknowing of trust, cut off.
Because I am no Atlas, I am no man of stone, and while I may not be made and cut of stone.
I can still crumble like one.