Aversion Therapy.

You were choosing aversion to erase me,
Aversion for sexual sin,
You were choosing to disgust your core
In the love that we engaged in.
Because this is the shiny brand new you,
The one from the cliche fish mould,
You were choosing aversion to erase me,
Oh, it's a story of old...

A shiny new resolution,
That my heart is gonna' stick to
(Afterall it's 99% glue):
If you are safe, then I am fine,
If you can smile, then I can breathe.

I'm caught in your memory,
And I count down the moments
While dreading the thought of it,
Simultaneously longing for you,
Hoping we will fall into place;
Here's to grace. Cheers.

An owl said your heart broke,
It tore clean in two,
For the love of your saviour,
So faithful, so true,
I long to believe in
The truth of your face,
Whilst hoping we fall into place;
Here's to grace. Cheers.

I wonder - will you look for me
When you lose your way?

It matters not, my star,
For I've made a shiny new resolution
That my heart is gonna' stick to
(Afterall it's 99% you).

Round 2; Missing Word.

They'll never know the way I know,
Never see you through my eyes.

Green: I hate you.
Blue: I love you.

Single Malt _______ Whiskey

Did you tie it round your legs
And smirk with awkward veneer
Because you can't hold in the loss of love
And the veriest of fear
Is clogging up your arteries
And you couldn't hold your body still
Feeling weak and dusky
Sweet and musky creamy husky -
(Was I right to kill)?


Or is she brand new?


B.x

One more time.

Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With stories of a day gone by,
Of his lustful thoughts or wandering hand
In tandem with his midnight eye.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With the truth behind his mould,
That he climbs into everytime I leave,
How I long to believe that his hands are cold.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With anecdotes of the air hostess,
How he grazed with more than empty words
Her potent, branded chest.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With a promise: he was never true,
Tell me: he is fine, you are wasting time,
Girl, he was never in love with you.

Junkheart.

You know that I'm in love with you,
Know I always will be.
Haunted by the same dreams,
Hunted by the memory.

You know what I think we should do?
Take a train down to the sea;
Desperate times, desperate measures,
The rain washing over me.

It's the words and pictures that I see,
Flashing images of 'could have been's.
Every iota synonymous,
Every heartbeat a weakening.

It feels like the evening coming closer,
Draw me like a shawl around you.
It's a beautiful sunset, still the sun goes down.

But the sun is new each morning,
Like the mercies of our Saviour.
Is it that the winter's freeze,
Has paralysed this destiny?

Tell me that you love me forever,
And go without another word.
With our hands holding tight together,
Out into the new world.

When you're standing on the edge of nothing,
Tell me I was right to kill.
When you know that I'm in love with you,
Stepping out into the thin air.

And I'm terrified of what I did,
For you'll never take me back now.

I believe again?

Nice hat.

This is our ungodly hour, sweetie. Again.

It's most definitely metaphorical, because the ratio

is much further this way.

vanka.

Strut your stuff, throw yourself in,

I want you to be ok, but I want you to be ok

with me.

But one out of two ain't bad.

In your atmosphere.

Wherever I go, whatever I do,

I wonder where I am in my relationship to you.

Wherever you go, wherever you are,

I watch your life play out, in pictures from afar.

Said you're alright, though you said you'd be sad,

You're my LA, I just can't stay away,

I literally am sleepwalking in your presence,

Whether it be natural or habitual,

And I read your words and recalled your conviction,

Then burned the lies and the pain,

Juxtaposed and closed and opposed and

I know this circle is a one way street.

I'd die if I saw you, die if I didn't see you there...

I'm gonna' steer clear, burn up in your atmosphere.

Hi.

I'm back home;

Icy, wispy, shattered home.

Smelly, messy, burning home.

Aorta.

She's winning again.

You better not read this.

I still take a look, though I know not why,
Because every other moment of the day is spent
Reminding, reminding myself of who you are,
What you stole.
You dirty thief.

So broken.

Drinking red wine,
Pretending I don't need Jesus.
Why do we do this?

A firecracker sitting on my headboard.
A time bomb in my heart.

I should just surrender to perfection.
Because I know it.

Back...

Oops. What does that mean?
Don't want it correlate,
But maybe it's too late.
Or maybe it's too early.
Just trying to be a poet now.
Don't try too hard,
I've learned the hard way.
Attempting to decipher what
It is I am thinking. Silly,
Yes? Everything is subconscious.
I believe in battleships,
And horse-drawn carriages,
Look after me and carry me home,
Then wash my feet and have me,
Don't just hold me.
I kill myself for entertainment,
Even in the busyness of hollow
Sockets of life.
A woah-oh-oh is necessary,
Just a gasp of air, expressing,
Well, whatever.
I wanna grow up.

Better is Your love.

Healer of my heartache,
Source of all my joy,
It comes from You.

Mountains will crumble,
Sunlight will fade,
Better is Your love.

Better is Your love.
Better is Your love.

'That no profound thought or clever rhyme
No soaring grand, melodic line
No theory, philosophy or sign
Can explain it
Can explain...

Where you are, I wanna be
It's your love that has changed me
I'd give the world, and all it's charms
For a moment in your arms
Better is one day with you
Than a thousand elsewhere


Now, no praise of man
No great acclaim
No humble looking kind of fane
No power, wealth or worldly gain
Could satisfy me
Could every satisfy'



No matter what happens, the truth shall always be the truth. And my prose is the fear. The fear of being human, living with loss. That tomorrow is momentous in my heart. Therefore, focus on the truth is crucial. Because He is the healer of broken hearts. You know, just in case. Apparently He can heal and comfort our insecurity too. For we are found in Him. And that would be nice. But I guess that will take time. As will wisdom. As will everything. I just want to be that girl. Some days I feel as though I'm on my way. Others I feel frozen and unsure. Maybe it will take my lifetime and it will always be a journey. That's a popular word these days. But if He made me so that he could love me and I am made to sing of how good He is, then so be it. Break my heart, if you must. For no theory, philosophy or sign can explain it - makes me wonder why I'm trying. I will never stop changing. And He is the changer. So I better hold tight. Gripping with a open palm. Open heart. Locked heart. Reflecting, as a provider He comes up trumps. This in my life cannot be denied. For it seems that I have never been denied. Proof of that is heightened only this past week. My sweetheart felt the rise of spirit; try and tell me it's not there. He's not there. No. I want to be all that I can be, for him and for me. But most importantly for Him. Remember that. If they took everything away would you still be His faithful princess? For ultimately that is all that matters. Because that is the only true inevitable. That is going to happen. If I've changed my life, accidentally on purpose, hold me, Father. This is my f5.