I am an old house.

her hands are cold as they reach for warmer touch

an eternity of reaching and never receiving what she perceives to be enough
so she settles for so much less, yet see's it as priceless paradise at its best, but its not, never. 

the fall was cold to her, 

like the winter, 

her dreams tossed like leaves in a dying spectrum,

only to turn frozen, the kind of cold that wont rest until its under the threads of your coat

my god, she left a note,

On the bedside table for the sleeping prince to stumble upon,

by the time he wakes she'll be gone.

And we never asked her any questions, 

just watched her walk a path that lacked direction,

a winding road,

The kind of road that begs for a story to be told, but she had none,

she just walked on, leaving the years behind her,
In the form dead and dying leaves as winter was upon her, it was upon us, 

breathing heavy she trudged on and we all hope she'd find a place to rest before dark or rain cause we were afraid she'd rust. 

The night was a dealer that gave her medication to sleep,

for years now, not a doctor just an entity,

a place to calm herself, discretely,  

stubbed fingers that she bit down to nothing, she took a leap,

but it wasn't so much of a leap, she was like road kill,

that hauled herself to the side of the road to die in peace.

And we all ignored it to say the least.

He opened his eyes,

No kingdom lay before him the room was black, until the sheet fell from the hook over the window because it wasn't very stable,

and daylight revealed, the paper note on the bedside table. 

By this time she was in the center of the town she hated,

she once stated, "this town is made up of liars,"

as she walked past the place where all kids hung their old shoes from the electrical wires.

She hated liars.

but she believed every lie, 

her gullible heart wanted to find the good in everything, but they just corrupted it and watched it dwindle over time. She was a lit fuse from both ends tied to the hope that one day things would be okay 

but it'll never be okay,

there will never be a day where her feet are swept from dirty floors that she cleans on her hands and knee,

into the arms of someone who will take her hand and always go first into to raging sea,

Will anybody ever love her? They always tell her they love her. 

they tricked her, manipulative demons with serpents tongue's and devils hooves,

how can you beg for a heart to beat when it can barely even move?
No one beg's, no one even asked or had a word to say,

when she just got up in the morning and wandered off  that day. 

Sometimes she used to say "it hurts to breathe,"

we told her to go to a doctor, we thought she did but instead she called her mother. 

Just to hear the same reasons why everyone is disappointed in her,

why her family doesn't call her, she remembers, but she only called for comfort,

while she serves her lover night and day just to be reminded she's worthless.

His words slice her open allowing the pain to pour from her pupils,

her chest is aching and her structure is collapsing,

We had no idea why it would hurt to breathe, but we were too bored to keep asking.  

she was an old building,

waiting for some old couple to fix her up with warm colors and new shingles

waiting, as she sat on an unkept lawn and the thought of being saved gave her tingles. 

One day they would come, to fill her hallways with photographs and antiques, walking up and down her worn out floorboards making them creak. listen to them sing as they 

painted away the stains and fill the cracks in her interior,

Her entire life she's felt inferior, 
And every time she found a spine they ripped it out of her hands and told her to quit crying.

She loved with no bounds, 

she had a heart that could take 1 clip and 3 rounds, 

but god she hated the sound.

When her heart would break but she always believed it was fixable, even though it wasn't.

she was an interesting individual. 

but each year she would crumble.

A smile on her face that could withstand broken memories, dirt and rubble,

If you were to break your mothers window with a brick, she'd be on the ground trying to glue the shards together so that you wouldn't get in trouble.

So she held her heart in her hand only because it was too broken to stay atop of her sleeve,

We never thought we'd see the day when she would get up and leave, 

But it didn't shock us, to say the least. 

To be her. 
I haven't really a clue, but i'll tell you i could never fix something so broken with only a small amount of glue 

and a pin, to hold the gashes together, folded flesh, a crumpled mess and still have hope saved up for later,

I can imagine the way she looked at things as i wonder even more, the glass was always half full but the demons always pull at the table cloth spilling it all over the floor. the demons are her loved ones, that she loves even after they scar her. 

She wipes it away and pours herself another glass, 

she used to believe a smile could last, 

as she exits the town and walks away,
All the lights are shut off and hey eyes are grey, 

he didn't chase her that day,

because what good is an appliance if it doesn't do the job anyway

what good is a dog if it no longer wants to stay,

I used to think she was headed for that paradise she saw it everything, 

the real deal this time, and a one way train to find a friend and a man to love her 

Is what i thought anyway,

We watched her leave the exit then we all turned away,

a blind eye, cause e all thought she would be okay, and we went about our day,

a shot rang out in the field 12pm on the 1st of May. 

 

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[Sami Khalil]

"the fall was cold to her,

like the winter,

her dreams tossed like leaves in a dying spectrum,

only to turn frozen, the kind of cold that wont rest until its under the threads of your coat"
That is some good poetry...:)