the spiral revisted

things have spun out of control
and it's out of my hands.
What remains is the heart
that cannot belong to me...

and to be free is to release
my bleeding heart from my hands
and give it up for another,
another who will understand.

the pain is too familiar
but there i would rather be
not broken and forgotten,
but lost and forever empty.

spiral

you said you didn't want
to make things complicated
just simply moulding my palm
with your fingertips

i feel you move within
my lost embrace
here, quiet and secure
with neither at all sure
of the spiral in this place

It was just enough
perhaps one more kiss
to seal love and hate
and ambiguity

the long night again
awake in uncertainty
of things bittersweet
and memories on edge

perhaps once more,
we can be just perfect
never saying, never speaking
just simply spiralling out of control.

here with you
and here with me
and the empty fullness in my heart.