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Taas yksi.. melkoisen pitkä. Enemmän runo.
 
"Miswired Heart Monitors"
 
Unreasonable amounts of broken conversation,
Lined in tears and closing eyes,
Flood my ears until drowning becomes acceptable
 
Depression is just another name for Monday
 
I will never be black outlined like you wanted,
But at least I can say I held it once,
Just like everyone else
 
It isn't as special as an opened wrist,
Nor is it as thoughtful as a broken heart,
There are certain things your letter "a" does to me
 
Handwriting with disfigured fingers,
This allows my words to come out,
Better than if they were spoken by word of mouth
 
It is understood when I lie on both sides of the road,
This way, either side can tear me apart
 
This rain isn't falling heavy enough,
I want to be able to stand in the middle,
And never be seen again
 
Gray skies and unspoken goodbyes,
This is what weekends consist of
 
This pavement is so beautiful when painted in red,
Lets lie face down together,
At least I can say I was with you then
 
I saw it once but it seemed to tight,
I don't think it was as comfortable as you said it was,
Although,
Mine still tightens against my chest
 
The night couldn't come quick enough anymore
 
Ocean scenery is only complete,
When the waves are able to take me under,
So I can live with every dream that has lost its way
 
It seems clouded visions fill my eyes,
Only when denial doesn't show me its smile
 
Lets run all the stop signs,
Maybe she wanted it that way
 
Kisses upon the lips of the used are never safe,
With locking hands and spoken love,
They only become a countdown to detonation
 
If spoken words were razorblades,
There is no way my heart could still beat,
You seem to love the sound of broken monitors
 
Love cannot be annunciated,
When you wake me with your fingers,
And two short words
I wouldn't possible want to bury that
 
I wish it would just cave in,
And cover everything in its debris
Such beautiful bodies that never believed in shooting stars,
Rest at my weary heels
 
If evenings existed,
Where cars could float and steel never rusted,
I could waste away here forever
 
This seatbelt acts as my life jacket,
Keeping my afloat from the deafening sounds of happiness
 
I will not lie to you,
I cannot see tomorrow filling my lungs,
And putting color back into my eyes
 
I'll use these fallen leaves as bandages,
Covering open wounds,
Cut into the flesh of the barely breathing
 
When you are plagued with beauty,
You're allowed to forget about the hands that helped you through,
More than once
 
I wish speaking were so much easier,
But I would never want to make your chest press into itself,
Or make your arms wrap around your only waist
 
Melodies that you are so familiar with keep you from realizing,
I bleed the same blood,
And everything you swear upon is flammable,
You lit the match yourself
 
I'll bury you in the darkest green,
When the last evening in this world
Consist of car accidents and hospital beds,
These hands stay cold
 
Finally, bleached railings cover our skin,
And dimly lit hallways misguide us into separation,
You're going the same direction as me,
Although, you chose to take the stairs
 
Touch my sleeve as you pass by,
At least I know you see me
 
Tuesday is just another word for depression