Burning Paper Houses

Slowly creeping out of winter 
Would it ever be the same 
If I showed up at your door 
Out of breath, out of line 
With a million excuses behind my manic behavior?
A video diary full of verbal hints to find through camera fractures 
Indirect messages, cold and desperate 
Slowly creeping out of winter 
The aching wrinkles of my hands tell me it was nothing short of brutal
I said we'd do it this year,
You sighed and said “I hope so” 
I said there's nothing left of me to share
You shrugged and said “I wouldn't know”
And I can’t relate, 
But you wouldn't dare to apprise me this was all a mistake 
It didn't have to end this way,
Dying at the bottom of a hole in the earth
But they say all's well that ends well
But how could sutured lips expatiate a destination
when the future remains a secret only time would tell?
The rotted mask on your face, I can’t see through 
But I can hear your regretful recitation running through the landline poles 
Its now the only part of you there is for me to know 
A disposition, once torrid and comforting
Slowly creeping out of winter 
Falling snowflakes no longer graze my skin, 
They stick as sharpened, chilling splinters 
It’s a fine line between becoming less sensitive and not being accommodated for 
It’s a page-turner of violent folklore;
A forest of trees growing to appease the planter 
Every grain of hope in an hourglass, 
falling longer and lonelier
I marched to the beat of everyone else’s drum before screaming through a once melodic encore  
Is it really a happy ending if I'm still emotionally scarred? 
You’re no better than my morality that’s left me stranded
But did I really get what I wanted if I’m still emotionally lost?
Was the conviction overruled if I was never really caught? 
Was I left uninformed at yours or my expense? 
Or was I just too young to know?
Awaken, adapt, recover
I thought I saw you throwing your patience out a hotel window 
You were just too young to know!
Covert frowns going unnoticed until the kin conform to growing old
5 'o'clock shadows turn to greybeards 
Graduation caps and income tax will show 
why you were just too young to know 
I couldn’t contain you in real life
Just as much as I can’t contain you in my head 
You’re a self-reading book that never ends 
And every lie folds the pages so the sentences never make sense 
I’ve always been the one chasing a firefly with broken wings, 
marking the way to darkness 
Awaken, adapt, recover, I digress!
Holding hope over her head like a ing parachute 
Its criminal 
And it feels like I won, but I’m the one who got so personal
This is a dream I'm chasing off of cliffs, without a parachute 
Defying gravity and never taking a stand on anything
You're the bystander effect with a cigarette and a suit
Knitting heart strings together like the web of a spider 
But just because it's weaved harmonious and intricate 
Doesn't mean it isn't a trap 
I'm biting entire nails off 
Waiting to catch a crimson glance from you 
So my insides can start a fire more organically
While you're rejoicing in the silenced parallel play,
This is one indignation away
From you being my savior of organ failure, though halfheartedly 
But the flame of the blame is not lit under me 
Its lit under your voices of accountability 
When they start getting cold feet 
It didn't have to end this way 
But all's well that ends well? 
and how could sutured lips expatiate a culmination
when the future remains a secret, only time will tell?
It didn’t have to end this way
And tell me that you feel this wasn’t a mistake 
Grains of sand in the hourglass of our time together 
Falling lonelier and progressively somber 
I carved the rhythms of your affection into my tongue 
before screaming through a once melodic encore  
It’s just what you wanted, 
I’m cascaded in blankets, consoled by the fire 
While you’re staring at the sky, waiting for the gray to retire, 
Slowly creeping out of winter

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