Regret is more of an aftertaste than an impact. The moment you let loose and realize what has changed in your atmosphere, that's when it kicks in. What's a worse pain than knowing it ended? The past is laminated and set behind bars of pain and longing. It's impossible to ever fix anything; it's only possible to make up for mistakes. I wonder if you ever spend half as much time as I do just thinking about everything that has come and go. Sooner than later, I'm gone and everything is turned into stone. Mark the days in the calendar with a kiss each - don't make me feel forgotten. Rise and fall. Rise and fall, baby. I'm broke from love, a crack in my empty shell. Diamond eyes and ruby lips embrace my heart, illuminating my every step into uncertainty and doubt. I lack zeal to live it through.
lovemelovemeloveme.
Can you hang onto the rope for me? I'm busy handling my other problems. "'Till death do us part" is kind of a ridiculous statement, isn't it? Life is already ripping me into pieces. I scribble words and carve them into trees. I camp away with the devil, and I live my life in past-tense. I've been half of what I've always been ever since. Remember how the cement screamed out your name? Let me in for one last time, and I gave away my heart (and my soul) on the back of your car. "That's enough" No, it isn't baby. No, it fucking isn't.
Admittedly, this isn't the way I should be reacting, but I live to see you illuminate your spotlight eyes and smile like a honeycomb falling in love. You're the sweetest of dreams, the vast landscape of a poet's love - the true meaning to "understatement." I hate how you make me feel. So much for "wonderwall" I only project my arrogance to hide from my shortcomings. I've had my heart broken more times than all the sunken anchors at the bottom of the sea. Why did I give myself away? Give me lighter, I need to light a path. I need to move past this, or forget it all together. Maybe if I let it loose. Maybe if I let loose.
"And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand"
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"When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
ReplyDelete"That's enough." "No. it isn't baby. No, it fucking isn't."
This is me 95% of the time. I'm not done fighting. Neither are you.
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ReplyDelete"When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
"That's enough. No, it isn't baby. No, it fucking isn't." This is me 95% of the time. I don't know when to quit. And neither do you. So the only solution is to let love loose and keep fighting and writing.