burn the maps.

Your filthy hands and sorry eyes,
Trying to wash away your hollow lies,
Truth be told, they’ve already stained your name.
You rip away at your skin
But you can’t hide where you’ve been,
I promise you, your secret’s safe with me.

You're burning the maps and all those photographs,
Hoping to wallow in regret and then just forget (oh you'll just forget).
But who’s the liar, when there’s nothing more “you desire”,
Than a day feeling purely numb?

The whispers as they fill my ears;
It’s persuasion at it’s best, dear.
But nothing is going to take you from me.
Sometimes I can make you smile,
And that is worth all the while,
You’re the only one to make me feel this way.

You're burning the maps and all those photographs,
Hoping to wallow in regret and then just forget (oh you'll just forget).
But who’s the liar, when there’s nothing more “you desire”,
Than a day feeling purely numb?

With warm arms I will take you in;
Refresh your air and erase your sins.
If it's up to me you'll never hurt again.
The words they've spit can't hold you back,
Stop pulling at the things you lack.There's nothing more that I will ever need.

the truth of the liars.

the broken words of the broken ones,
wash away the fear in your eyes.
the truth catches up with he who runs,
and haunts him with his lies.

you feel so alive as the sun warms your face,
just as you think you should.
but the moon always falls with a sweet grace,
in this darkness you are misunderstood.

they say the liar lies within,
but you just speak the truth...
and that is not a sin.

they say it all falls together in the end,
but you know it won't...
so you close your eyes and just pretend.

the broken words of the broken ones,
wash away any hope you had inside.
the fearless never carried guns,
until you took away their pride.

your life is draining as the sun burns your face,
just as you knew it would.
but the truth isn't something that you can replace.
atleast...you did everything you could.

share your heart with everyone,
[you'll find so much love in return]

Love,
Sierra.

tell me a story.

my fingers feel cold.
but the blood rushing across my face...
is hot and it strikes me with an overpowering sensation.

the young boy asks his mother for a bedtime story,
she recollects her day. reminisces. remembers.
she falls upon memories that had been labeled,
"to be forgotten". but no tragedy is ever forgotten.

"once upon a time..."
she begins her story to her young son,
about princes and princesses...
about battles her lover's won.

but the reality of this story is nonexistant.
her lover battled her. beat her. trashed her.
fought her and fought her good and hard,
until she labeled him, "to be forgotten".

the boy's eyes light up as the story fills the air,
he can see the fire breathing dragon and it's slayer.
innocent and young, he cannot see what remains...
hidden beneath the words, there is only pain.

"he saved her and they lived happily ever after."
the boy claps and squeals with smiles and laughter.
in the mother's life, the hero was none.
and in noticing that these memories could not be out run...

she stopped herself.
catching her breath, feeling faint.

the young boy's eyes as he reached out for her hand,
it meant so much to her. more than he would ever understand.
she struggled so much but now it was clear,
as long as she had that boy, there was nothing to fear.

share your hearts with everyone,
[you've got nothing to lose.]

speechless.

it seems as if i've run out of words.
as if, in the last few months...
i've said everything there is to say.
the feeling this gives me, promotes fear and anger.
i have never forgotten all there is to say before...

but now?i have lost all of the thoughts, the letters,
the syllables, the words, and the sentances.
and all i can remember is forgotten.
the frustration that flows within me is more than i can bear.

it's as if someone has stolen something from me,
that i had always considered to be untouchable.
perhaps, i was wrong.

i know you are probably thinking to yourself,
"what is she talking about? the words are right here in front of me."
but in response, i am thinking, you will never understand.
perhaps, you do.

and if you do... then i apologize,
for my ignorance and lack of belief in your knowledge.

have you ever lost something so close to you,
that the aftershock is worse than the actual losing part?
have you ever realized something so true,
that you couldn't believe you hadn't seen it sooner?
or maybe... maybe you've made mistakes that you can't even imagine you have made.
done things, that you think is disgraceful when you hear people speak of them?

i feel like that sometimes.
as if, the secrets i've kept close to me...
have pushed everyone away.

so far away, that i'm alone now.
more alone than i ever thought possible...
and now i'm struggling to stay in tune with all that i love.

the overdramatics of this,
is intense. i understand that.
but to lose the words.
to have something to say but not be able to say it...

it is like losing all that i stand for.
i yearn to write and i feel as though i cannot.
perhaps there is a greater loss here.
one that i cannot place at the moment,
but will be able to put my finger on in time.

losing you, may have pushed me one step closer...
to losing the words that i search for today.
but i don't blame you...
because it is not your fault.

and it is not mine.

share your hearts with everyone,
[and let them all in.]

Love,
Sierra.