romefellistood
part three of the six part series death of a muse
static in chest, i leak belief in a room with no you they polish the pain, make it pose, but it’s weight i been wading me through yearning get yarned into art, my arteries arguing truth part of me pardon the proof, part of me parting with you alone in a crowd, that’s a loud little lie i recite on repeat time never heals, it just steals every version of me that could sleep if a rose rose wrong out of code, out the cold—would you call it defeat or a miracle, minimal sun and it still found a way just to be? so i wait with the weight, let it settle, let metal refine what i feel am i late or just early is timing a wound or a wheel? i water my worth in the dirt, let the hurt turn to something more real— if it’s mine, it’ll find me in time when i’m whole enough not to conceal. it’s drums in my chest, feel the columns retire exhale, i outgrew the tremor when rome lost its breath, i was breathin’ through fire exhale, i outlast the embers i crossed those lines! i crossed those lines! for you… oooo i crossed those lines! i crossed those lines! for you… now do i lose when i get you, or just lose you in slow scenes? holdin’ hope like a habit, i’m addicted to “what if” dreams smoker lungs full of love, still i breathe what it won’t be if it hurts but it’s honest, is it healing or just bleedin’ me? if you go, what i got? just a ghost on repeat spins echo laughs in the air, but the room don’t keep friends i been bettin’ on “maybe,” overdrawn where my peace ends heart runnin’ after mirages, never reachin’ the deep end he know smoke gon’ kill, still he light it, inhale slow so what’s wrong if i burn for a love i can’t hold? if my hands never find you, let my prayers take the road turn my want into whispers, let the quiet unfold i don’t owe you a thing, not a chain, not a claim loved you off instinct, never played it for gain like rome when it fell, still it echoed its name— built to break from within, still i stood in the flame. it’s drums in my chest, feel the columns retire exhale, i outgrew the tremor when rome lost its breath, i was breathin’ through fire exhale, i outlast the embers i crossed those lines! i crossed those lines! for you… oooo i crossed those lines! i crossed those lines! for you…
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neal and rich, pane nostro was the love alive and romefellistood is what stood after. built to break from within, still i stood in the flame is the kind of closing that holds it. 🤎
Love the image and the I crossed those lines for you