From the Beginning

The world has flashed me an exit sign
Screaming that dead dreams have no heartbeat
If I get out today, resuscitation may be on the table
But I’m still here

I know now that romance is the dust of a hazy glamour
And Paris is made of concrete and pickpockets
Cities born of angels spend their nights cleaning up feathers
But I’m still here

Every day with you is one less layer of skin
There are no more nails for this coffin, the straw has landed on the camel
When I crawl bleeding into the night, I’ll do it alone
But I’m still here

Because this was never about romance
All my dreams were borrowed from experienced fools
Diamond traders outsold by zirconia. We sparkle just as brightly
So I’m still here

I still live in a world of jewelry and caskets, dirt and halos
Of beauty and uncertainty and falsehood and imagery
My only constant is that you never lied to me
And that you’re still here

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Reaction to Paris, Los Angeles, and this quote by Elinor Glyn

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Proper Reality

Never so terrible and long
The wait for metro hosts to tell
Whether your vote has found its voice
Or your favorite idol fell

On seat’s edge with bitten nails
Though every good and worthwhile thing
Have already in your brain been seared
By “Coming up” and “Next week” scenes

When racers set to never stop
Till an unheard voice demands better skins
You’ll be inspired to see the world
As long as you don’t miss who wins

While you watch, you celebrate
That those who triumph in the end
To a man, are just like you
Liars, cheats, and betrayers of friends