Grabbed my wrist and

Pulled me down the street

A bar was waiting

Perfect place to meet, no?

Two hours ago

In the dark alley

Lights were flashing

Making him and me into “we”

Running while high

On craziness and joy

After trashing someplace

With blood on my face

And exhilaration flying

Through my blue veins

Our misfortune

Left no trace

One hundred words

Can describe the night

But nothing but one

Can describe my life

It’s “high” up in the air

“High” cuz I don’t care

“Higher” to the sky

“High” for the whole night

Higher, higher

Burning brighter

Soon out will

Burn the fire

So we’ve got to

Light it up higher

Higher, higher

Screams the fire

Smoke and ashes

Rises to the sky

Smothering stars

In the night

As we laugh and laugh

And laugh some more

’Cuz all is fair

In love and war

Raise your guns and

Stamp your feet

High up in the valleys

We will meet

In a picnic laid out

On the ice, in the night

With the glorious golden

Sun burning bright

So we met up in the

Cold night air

And downed twenty shots because

I don’t care

Kicked up my feet

And let out a sigh

“I wish my life

Finally went right”

An affair

I should've known

I could've known

It was allowed, anyways

Platonic and romantic

Are different things

One's the heart

Another the wings

Jealousy and love-veiled hate

Began to bubble up not a second too late

He introduced me indirectly

And turned me into wrathful envy

Didn't notice anything, no

I wanted him all to myself, so

One day when it was way too late

I made my way there full of hate

With a knife in my hands

And wrath in my brain

An innocent girl

Of thirteen I had slain

But it felt good, the blood on my hands

I cut my hair, red caking the strands

Reappeared as a whole new woman

The devil inside my soul I summoned

As he moved on, I moved on too

Since every time he withheld the truth

but no! You can't keep it from me

I drink blood as easy as tea

That night, so late, there was a party

I decided that night would be the end of me

With that, I stormed into the club

He spotted me and waved me up

With that I plunged the knife into his heart

Then ripped his entire body apart

Finally, I laughed and turned to crowd

Then drove the knife into myself

Don't look around

Keep your head down like a good girl, don't look people in the eye, you are a young lady, sit prim, sit proper, drink your tea with the pinkie out, put makeup on, let men touch you, listen to society and do not look around, because looking around leads to looking into people's eyes, which leads to disrespect, which leads to rebellion and so we women must be subdued.

Cause love is blind

Love turns a blind eye to the things that people deem "wrong" and helps the wrongdoers along in their crimes.

And darling, right now I can't see you.

The world is keeping us apart, so keep your head down and make your way through the crowd to me, and I'll take you in my arms and pet your hair and it will be alright, I swear.

I'm feeling proud

Code for I'm feeling rebellious, I think today, I'll uncross my legs and risk a glance around at the world, risk seeing someone's eyes connect with mine on the off chance they might be yours.

So without a doubt

Without a doubt, there is a small fire that no one is looking at and won't until it's too late and it's a roaring inferno that will eat everything and take the world and shake sense into it.

I can feel you.

I can feel you trembling in my arms, scared of rejection because what we have is considered wrong. Don't be love, because it's just as right as everything else in the world. What we have is pure and whole and true and I will protect it for both of us and I will protect you and hold you against the tide of people pulling us along. I will take the blows.

Cause we are who we are when no one's watching.

Secret touches hidden by shadows, secret, stolen moments when someone looks the other way, a small wink, a twitch, an almost imperceptible nod of the head. The subtle tugging of the ear which signifies neither of us shall sleep tonight, but it will be worth it because the hours will be better spent with you in my arms and your smell soaking into my skin and burning itself into my soul.

And right from the start, you know I got you.

Right when you make your way into my arms, you know I won't let you fall and sometimes I have to remind you, sometimes I have to hold you extra tight til the message sinks in.

Yeah you know I got you.

You know I have your back, that I will defend you, you know I would never hurt you.

I won't mind

I won't mind that you don't want to label us. That's perfectly fine. I won't mind that you aren't here, or that you are trying to sort out your feelings.

Even though I know you'll never be mine.

All that matters is that you're happy. Even if that means you come to the conclusion that we aren't meant to be, I won't mind.

I won't mind

I don't mind. You're happy, maybe a bit confused, but happy. That's all I ever minded.

Even though I know you'll never be mine.

Not in public, at least. If you want to hide our relationship, that's okay. As long as it makes you happy.

We messed around

We played around, friends, talking, never really expecting or anticipating more.

Until we found the one thing we said we couldn't live without.

Til we found love, born from the late nights and quiet plans, born from subtle signs and small treasures hidden by shadows.

I'm not allowed to talk about it.

We aren't allowed to even think about love that differs from what society says it should be. Society thinks it should stay between a man and a woman, thinks it to be a fake image that is easily torn, but this is only society's painting of it. Look at our painting that we gave birth to with our words and thoughts as brushes. Ours is there and small but real and strong and not torn apart with a few misplaced words.

But I gotta tell you.

That I love you. I love you more than I love art, more then I love writing, and even more then I love music. I love you more then I love the thought of a free society, I love you more than I want to go to college, I love you more than I love the thought of being perfect.

Cause we are who we are when no one's watching.

We touch and talk and exchange dreams and hopes and lives lost and found, like shiny coins on the shore of the ocean, we share tales that stem from the very center if being - but only when people are looking the other way.

And right from the start, you know I got you.

You know I hold your dreams and hopes and the stories you've told me, you know I hold them like the finest glass, and my hands tremble at the thought of finally holding your heart.

Yeah, you know I got you.

You know that if you were to fall, I would catch you, and if you needed to fall apart, just would help you tenderly pick every piece of yourself off and put you back together.

I won't mind.

I won't mind cutting myself on your edges because the scars will tie me to you, and all I want is to be next to you and if scars are what keeps me there, then I would have a thousand, no, a million scars.

Even though I know you'll never be mine.

Even though you might never kiss me in public, might never hold my hand in public, might never show me as more then a friend, I won't mind.

I won't mind.

I won't mind long nights and even longer days, I won't mind being a secret or a side chick, I won't mind being a door mat that you wipe your feet on before going inside to greet the person you really love.

Even though I know you'll never be mine.

Even if you never trust me with your heart, I'll still put myself out there for when you need me.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the bright, cobble-stoned street. He chattered excitedly, and I drank him in as my heart fluttered and pulled at the delicate cage of by chest.

He talked about things past and present. He talked about the rising cost of living, the new tram that all the locals agreed was terrible and how much the bars had changed since the last time he had crossed these ancient cobbled streets. I listened only as he chattered on, nodding my head and wondering how this Apollo had flitted upon my tiny and hapless existed. My mind twisted as it struggled to understand how this handsome man had found my tiny shadow sufficient to travel beside his own.

The bells overhead rang, and everywhere around floated the shapes of the city, both young and old. None held faces for me, as I followed along, enraptured by his beauty and careless grace. There was an elegance to him, and also a raging storm of rebellion - a curse upon society. He was a man that knew who he was, knowing too just exactly what the world around him was.

We walked hand in hand through streets older than the nation I had hailed from. The smell of street and ocean met and mingled, and split the mind in this city of sweeping limestone and crumbling asphalt. He was in me and he was on my and nowhere in between. As we shifted amongst the rising lights and growing crowds, my spirit hummed in contentment and peace. This was life. This is what living was.

He pressed his lips to mine under the soft yellow lights of the high street, and in that moment finality met existence.