Dedication. Denial. Deliverance. Decapitated. Rose winded demons dance in the dark and play a little melody inside your bones that shatters the very existence of what you are. Deeds that make the blood rust like lave through your veins.
And for what? At what cost will it break you to lift your soured soul and spirit? The beat is played like a fiddle through your veins. Seasons and seasons pass and you are always remembered. Never forgotten and the string is always followed like the vast path that once was. Omage. The way your eyes peer through and see what really is that is denied from one end only to be bounced around from here to there. The summer wind came blowing in. There you were once again. She would stay and get comfortable enough until she decided to run again. A fickle friend. I guess thats life.
Round and round like the merry go round. Then the words come out and as happy as she is that the words have left her head and her heart another exterior was built because it could never be what it could have been. The hour glass has run out and shattered. Balled up and cut out. Was it her that you really wanted? Or was it just the feeling that warmed over your body? She feels the later answer is the truth to the abyss that is left of them. She sees that it was the warm blanket and rays that were replenishing , friendly, unknown, wilted, banished, adorned, and loved. A different feeling never revealed onto yourself and as it lays you played with her brain. You excited her in so many ways that it equaled one and she knew it. She wanted it but didn't know how to have it.
So when she accepted it the road had ended. No detours this time. But she can't be around if you are just chasing the feeling she laid upon you when you were near her. Dust. Smoke. Its all gone in a few words and she is left wondering and will for days on end. You left a hole in her deep inside that won't be filled. And its fine because the scorn is enough to burn tortured souls. It keeps her alive but she laid out her clothes for the next day and the seed has grown all to wither away.
Her tears bleed but they are ceasing. Realizations of its really not her you wanted. Selfishness spoiled the dream and the moon has been shot out. Could this all have been make believe? The colors have been shown. Clear cut like glass and a knife that lacerates her heart. But in time her head will be held up high because she realized she was never the one and it was only the feelings you had deep within you that danced out of her that drove you crazy. It was never her....Never........
Banished.
