someday at sometime in someway
i'm tired of wasting my life
i bleed out crimson moons every morning
and i don't really like alcohol
hence it's my best friend
and my hummingbird heart
is more of a seismometer
but richter didn't see this magnitude coming
tokyo and chile and haiti aren't shit compared to me
i can't even write
i don't anymore
why would i
i'm fine
or so therapy says
am i really just a hypochondriac
or is there a reason behind every night
for these pills
or
when i wake up into a panic attack
so now
i thank god or the big bang or whatever
every day for her
cause when she breathes on my chest and or covers the screen
or when i sneeze cause her hair falls on my face
or she asks me to stay even when i yell
she's my parachute heart
cause when i took this leap of faith
she stared at me
and said
"meet you down there"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment