a very potter christmas

we all hunger for a story

of gold and hope

of despair and tragedy

a story that somehow always ends up happy

empty but full

smiles but tears

where good conquers all

if i wasnt such a complicated mess

would that change the stars that i hope you see in your sky as i see in mine?

peering through eyes

clouded by age and anger

bags of sadness weigh down lids

and rings of smoke circle the dim light of life

keep them closed to the pins and needles

and the empty seats

and quiet nights

its whiskey soaked words that slip into ears

worming to cores

pure at once but about to become rotten

this life is a cryptic story

phrasebooks fail to help saying why i get shivers

just because i dont know the answers

to everything

to anything.

water and snow and ice

its so much easier to hate

put you on a pedestal and yell for a hanging

aiming my arrows and not thinking twice

not realizing i was falling in love

if that is even what you could call it

this feeling of killing and loving you at the same time

the ultimate love/hate relationship

the birds are singing such sweet songs

but the churches stay only half full

you stare through half lovers

and i hope these eyes can burn your soul

empty

i am out of love and time

stuck in the past of me and you

this was never over

as i solemnly drink and sing the blues

hoping someone listens and sings along

singing out of windows kept down

chasing green lights at midnight through this town

i wished on my favorite songs that you think of me

more like a lover and less like a friend

at the best we can be enemies till the end

wonder hunger

i am a stranger to your world

please explain to me what this all means

i knock on your doors

but you never answer

lights are on

and sounds drift out

but knocks go unanswered

so you say you dont love him anymore

so why does he still cling to your arm

hands on hips

necks to lips

i guess his love is stronger than yours

its sharp looks that only cut you and me

blood spills that only you and i can see

staining our shoes, bloody footprints as you leave

glass smiles for (the) drives that go long miles

guts

love is cheap

love is vile

love is dirty

love is violence

love is good.

you

its been a long time

since i let myself care about you

the smile and touch

to be honest i dont see the point

sleeping closer to the blade never helped me sleep

but i want you

in ways i dont know

touching holes in your back trying to be discreet

you can only play so much with fire before you lose control

while i bite back words of not wanting you to leave

these cold nights and lonely mornings softly speak

of how you went on to keep on loving