† Spin †

Sometimes it feels as though
We've shed more tears
Than we've shared laughs.

Sometimes it feels as though
We've bled more times
Than we've smiled together.

Sometimes it feels as though
We've been hospitalized more times
Than we've enjoyed carnivals.

Sometimes it feels as though
We've remembered the past more times
Than we've lived in the present.

Sometimes it feels as though
I cannot keep going
Without you by my side.

Sometimes I wonder
If this all comes
From loving you
For eternity.



[Writen in memory of Chrno and Rosette.]

-Siixx
 

Maybe she wouldn't have broken your heart,
Maybe she would have apologized.

Maybe she wouldn't have mutilated your dreams,
Maybe she would have felt guilty.

Maybe she wouldn't have lacerated your soul,
Maybe she would have tried to repent.

Maybe she wouldn't have hated you
Maybe she would have let it go.

And maybe she wouldn't have killed you.
Maybe...
If you hadn't deserved it.

In between the silence, 
Are whispers of secrets untold,
Standing outside of patience,
Are dramas waiting to unfold.

From behind the scenes, 
Is a play that must present its acts,
Against the balance leans,
A fateful eclipse of honest facts.

Through the sepulchral light,
Venomous verdicts begin to bloom,
Judgement of certain plight,
Invites silent resolution's doom.
 

Boy: You're cute, and it makes me smile.
Girl: Oh?
Boy: I love watching you when you sleep.
Girl: Haha, because that's not creepy at all.
Boy: Maybe a little; but it's okay since I love you.
Girl: I know you do; and I love you too.
Boy: And that's okay because?
Girl: Because I love watching you sleep too.

Emily Dickinson (1830-86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Three: Love
XX
I HAVE no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.

Siixx (1990-?). Random Creativity. 2007.
Part One: The Aftermath
XX
I HAVE no doubts but this,
To pass up fear,
Nor any woes, but kiss
Your lips so dear;

Nor any pain to stay,
Nor losing you,
Except through her repent,
The snake in you.

And when the pieces of the puzzle had been rearranged,
to the point where nothing looked the same,
where all the jagged edges could never fit together again,
You came and cleared away her mess.
And when the mistakes and aches and woes ripped apart her heart,
to the point where tears were impossible,
where all that was left was an empty shell,
You mended the hole with perfect sutures.

And when the line between fiction and reality became blurred,
to the point where she needed someone to open her eyes,
where she needed the truth like an addict needs rehab,
You shed the light before any more harm could occur.
And when she needed a place to call home, fuel for her laughter, kisses for her soul, dreams to envision, and strength for herself,
She knew...
Of all the things she needed most,
She needed love,
She needed you.