Writing
Dive Out
It's not like I ever tried to dance your twisted flamenco
falls in frills and pretty red ribbons we're all just
dancing out our lives
and I only ever saw your eyes when they
opened bright like the pretty little afterlife and ended the
world.
it's always trying to be the beginning of something
new and something real but who tells us this and who tells us not to fly?
We grant wishes angel, we grant wishes and fall through the
night sky because what is there that's better to do in these
endless years.
we're all trying too hard and too slow and she's shouting through the walls
to the outside world
we're leaving but who is going to watch us go but ourselves
who will find you, in the corners of the universe with
your hair down your face and your eyes full of hatred, it's never
time to be a quiet girl never time to be areal person.
Not in this lifetime.
Do not try to sort this out just go.
Go and be, because it never stops for you to
think about your next word
and the insults you think of an hour later are never any
use.
Don't let any body else dive for you.
Step forward.