Dilemma of a listener.

Those people, the ones who are always there. The ones who listen, comfort and help to find a solution. What happens when everyone they were there for have other people to fill that space. What happens when all those people that needed a shoulder to cry on have found someone else's to cry on instead. Do they find someone who will be there for them? What if they can't? What if they spent too much time listening instead of finding someone who will hear them...?

Domino.

"I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air. Now I'm breathing like I'm running 'cause you're taking me there. Don't you know...you spin me out of control?" - Jessie J

Just this, right now. Don't really like the song at all, but it's catchy as hell. And these three lines are STUCK in my head!

Might try to write something inspired by it...you know, when I don't have a report to write, due tomorrow, that I haven't finished.

Procrastination session over! For now.

Can't fix you.

Anxious for change,
Sick of your stagnancy,
Just begging for breath,
Ready to leave but scared to break,

When I walk and don't turn,
Just promise me this,
Appreciate how I stayed,
Even when I couldn't fix you.

Head and heart.

The classic battle - your head versus your heart. Your heart all for one person, your head telling you that someone better is out there.

When the battle is real - my mind is on one person the whole day, but when I fall asleep and dream of someone else coming to rescue me...

I guess my head is telling me that there's only one person who I should be thinking of. But my heart screams no.

Power out.

Stayed up 'til the lights came on,
The candles all shrunken to drips of wax,
Stars muffled behind smudges of cloud,
An imagined glow on the horizon,
Could hear the rumble of the surf,
Crashing of molten silver waves by moonlight,
To rouse something lost inside,
Bringing it drifting to the surface,
First, the caress of midnight-cooled breeze,
Then, the simmer of your touch,
Time softened in the haze of dark,
Memory fleeting as the shifting shadows.

Anger.

There's an anger deep in my stomach that I can't shift or find the cause of...
The pain that descends heavily,
It breaks and doubles over,
Knowing no silence or peace,
Just the rip of screams.

Bruises.

You've melted my heart down,
The pain of the heat,
Is drip drip dripping,
Down my chest,

It's easier having bruises,
From sources I don't know,
Then knowing that I'm black and blue,
From falling so hard for you.