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Saturday, 24 November 2012

Inspiration;

I steal my inspiration from the things that mean the most.

and I take my stolen inspiration

and make it

something I could possibly call my own

after all, I’m just a bloody mess

of pieces of things that I wasn’t born with.

because I’m not new anymore

and nothing’s made old.

and I’m sorry how I couldn’t relate.

but for goodness sake,

I gave you everything

everything you never had.

because it was mine.

it wasn’t what you had taken,

but it was what I have given.

I just wanted to be enough.

why couldn’t I be enough?

Oh, baby.

you said if you touch the flame

you would be burned.

We both know, you weren’t scared of feeling something

you were scared, I’d give you

everything you never had.

and you'd make it something you could call your love

cause we take our hearts

and we attach it to someone else

and bleed the blood of the one we love

& you thought I’d give everything

and take it all away.

or just give you an empty

box,

of promises.

empty. empty. empty.

I don’t think you ever peered inside

too afraid of holding

disappointment in your hands.

or holding acceptance.

or holding love

which one was it ?