Running With Scissors
I’m running with the scissors you gave me
Although I’m prone to accidents
No lectures or words could ever save me
Because I don’t use band aids
It’s too late now you know I adore you
The concrete’s met my face, these scissors tore me apart
 But that was only after I stole and cut out your heart

Butterflies
Catch me in a moment of compromise
Subtle touch birthing butterflies
An innocent brush of hand and fingers
Absence of my breath lingers
They tie ribbons into knots and turns
With scarred wings from candle burns
In our words the sugar smolders
Shivers prick in tapping shoulders
Our waxen smiles melt dripping grim
Embracing eyes grow dim
Because it is unalterable, the rules are frozen
Despite what my heart has chosen

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