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hush.

you sing such sweet melodies so sinfully in her ear that she may begin to feel
as if there is something more than the deep,
barren of her mind.
her heartstrings might tie themselves to kites
and balloons
and all things that fly too high.
once again she'll fit a key
in the lock on it's cage
and let it float out of her body.
to make sure that you're happiness
is nothing less
than the seventh step of heaven.

but as soon as you cease those honeyed lips,
plump with sugar
and strawberry flavoured nothings,
i know
i am certain
you will not spare a glance back towards her
you will confidently stride away,
much stronger now
with her heart on wings at your heel
and she will fall to the ground
and cry sour tears.
sliding down her face
painting her hands with fear
to ever reach out again;
the empty cell in her chest
feeling much heavier

and she may forget you,
for she will even forget herself,
but the metal cage in her chest
will rust and poison her blood
until she tastes its bitter metal in her mouth
and smells its old iron from her skin

so, you mustn't go weaving
cotton candy soliloquies
and charming her with
your addictive apple-sauce lies.
let her be
for her heart has returned many times
lightweight and dizzy with despair,
and has had too many sweets
that have rotted away it's insides
until there was nothing there
it is hollow,
small,
scared of the day marshmallowed music
will breathe through the gaps of someone's teeth,
knowing there will be no way
to deny something so sweet

that's why child,
that's why.
listen to my warnings
and she might survive.
even if her heart fills back up with ice
you mustn't melt it again
with those coco caffeinated eyes.
so,

hush.