And if this is love I'm never going home, this is such a beautiful love Bambi to leave you dying without a cure..but they told me I didnt hurt you Bambi ..
That first touch held the power to move my blood on your own accord, and for a moment I forgot to breathe and allowed myself to sink into new ruins..all from the burning house of your hands I begged my skin to do tricks like forget about the barking dog and how good it feels to lose control..but that first touch..had to be kept a secret..and when she calls tell me truth is it more than I knew? ..I knew ..I played my part in resistance ..
And I wonder..what is it that you want from me that the others haven't already stolen..what is it that you need from me that causes me to drown in my own blood and drift away...
Closed and bruised..you put on your gloves because the last person turned you cold..as we've told you before, all our heart has ever known is violence, drifting in and out of broken illusions..so we thought that was our cue to grab some and fight..but what were we fighting? we just wanted a piece of your heart ..
I can't make you stay when you're already gone..it must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning in my own insecurities, what have I gotten your attention now?..I can't shake this feeling that I'm not what you need nor want, that I played my part for the time I was needed, I stepped in and pulled you from under the weight of the world and created this final illusion, everything was beautiful, where the whispers fell silent and we were lost in our own minds, I can't tell you exactly when this love came about..it saved me from losing myself for good, this love brought me sanity dragging me from the beautiful sorrow of the sadder sounds ..then I became bruised by this light ..
I knew I couldn't drag you into the midst of violence resonating within my heart..so I kept you in my mind where the darkness became vicious ..
And we bleed..and we bleed..and we bleed til these veins run dry, that last drop dissolved all lost love, no calm, no peace, no silence, cut clean, and relieve me, couldn't keep us alive ..
You broke apart my mind into its final condolences, but theirs so much beauty to you Bambi, you came in and exposed my hidden third eye to its new home of unknown happiness with you, we learned to walk the line with these crooked smiles of ours..you introduced me to a thousand ways to love, not just another person, but to love myself .
When the world began to close in on me you were always there to share the burden of a broken minds hyperventilation, your ears were always open to whatever I had to say and as those tears revealed my weakness you brushed them aside and listened, for once I'd met someone who didnt just look into my eyes and HEAR me, you listened even as I began to stop making sense..you looked past my shield and into my broken mind where you stitched as many pieces together as you could and stopped my eyes from bleeding, my mind from dismembering, and my heart from dying..no one can ever take you from me Bambi
Every time I begin this story I'll always begin with you Bambi..my mind has never been able to rest with thoughts of you, crazy how often we've found ourselves evading sleep to figure out where we went wrong..can never tell how long you'll stay each time..I drive myself back to these sadder sounds dropping onto my knees begging for you to stay, struggling to keep swallowing what I thought was air, I feel like unwanted stones tied to your feet..I can't make you stay..these ruins have a way of complimenting this resistance to leave..I cant let you walk away when you're the only light this darkness has come to know..what did I do ..? why not me Bambi..? temporary satisfaction ..
Have you ever found the one you've given your heart to..only to find out they won't give their heart to you.
And if this is love I'm never going home, this is such a beautiful love Bambi, to leave you dying without a cure..but they told me I didn't hurt you Bambi..but why do I feel like I turned you..

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Songs of Milan
PoetryAn anthology of beautifully whimsical, grown up poetry by Milan. A. Get ready to bask in the sensual words of my poems.