if I could tear you from the ceiling
I know the best have tried

ELEVEN. Stubborn snow and cold winds went away at last. The kingdom in bloom. Fire by my side, my strength, my comfort. Flame retardant through practice and trials. I'm reminded of simple lessons. Blood, deception and endings are the only constants. Beginnings aren't promised, especially when you shield yourself from them. Less life, less lies. With beginnings come the end. Always. And yes, ultimately they are right. They are good. It takes time and perspective to come to that conclusion after twenty-three years I'm tired of this less than pure mourning. Lust, lies and compromise, as usual. After the snow and ice, after the fires, the queen is left to start anew... but... she falters. I only know how to freeze. I only know how they fall. But, I will learn to shine. I will learn they grow.

I'd fill your every breath with meaning
and find the place we both could hide

don't go and leave me
and please don't drive me blind
you don't believe me
but you do this every time