disbelief is a staple emotion
can't quite comprehend your denial
perfection doesn't need a spotless reflection
my fingertips dance across a canvas that i dare not mark
is fear stopping you from commitment?
the words are old bile stuck in the digestive track
maybe if i was nauseous enough, you would finally see my attachment
dare not ***** the goosebumps that are caused by unfamiliarity
maybe i shake cause i'm terrified
maybe i stare cause i'm paralyzed
of the things i've noticed, you thrive in neon
never seen colors look so good on someone and never acknowledged how monochromatic life was
the wheels are spinning and projected on the tunnel wall are things stashed under trauma
the only downfall,
my diary will never be read by you
what a funny equation: us plus contentment equals broken clocks
time won't even stop for god
you don't need me and it'll show when i return
you were the right person but there was simply not enough hours in the day