I Really Thought You Were Different.
but I was wrong. selfishness is a bad trait. and it’ll just end up hurting you worse that you hurt others.
There's Strange Sounds Coming From The Earth.
As I saw the clouds drift by And the leaves creep through I couldn’t help but wonder Where you were are These nights never cease to amaze me. A soft breeze tells me Though I’m standing still Everything else still goes on Sometimes I still feel your gaze. It’s never left. And it still captures my attention Your eyes are what makes this place make sense Every time...
What am I doing?
When One Plus One Always Equals Two.
I’ll always want it to equal something else. But that will never happen. Change. Difference. Something out of the ordinary. That’s what I feel like I need. It seems only I can give it to myself. I’m interested in one too many things. one too many people. The things aren’t the problem. It’s the people. Never interested in myself. Which...
I feel like more.
These Days Are Filled With Such Disaster.
There was no promise of summer. And winter likes to swallow us whole. I’m perfectly okay with this. As I’ll always be okay with it. Lately… I think of that time. You and I were driving. A great lake to the left of us. And though you said it was there. It was snowing. And dark. And all I could see was a huge, dark, void. It started to give me a panic attack. but...
I Miss That Feeling.
Of waking up next to someone. Looking over and see that person sleeping still. Hair somewhat in their face. Then her waking up. And us just laying in bed together for a long period of time. Joking about. Laughing over nothing. Holding our hands towards the ceiling. And embracing them. I miss that feeling.
I Wake Up To A White Screen.
And everyday. It’s the same thing. But something is always different. I get up. Get dressed. Work. Get home. hey, life. give me something new I’m tired of you still lingering around. do you realize what you’ve done to me?
These Are The Nights.
That no one will know. That no one will hear. That no one will witness. When you scrape your skin off the walls. And clean your blood off your own hands. And light up a cigarette. No one will know. What type feelings surged through your veins. breathe it in. breathe it out.