How I loved, how I bled
It all sounded so perfect in my head
Your voice, your heart, your hair, lips, and eyes
You were the reason for my heart
I could never open my self
And because I opened up I bled deep
The light I fought to grow
Left me cold in the fading snow
Only when I loved could I come to know
The real me was never alone
The friends and lovers I would come to know
Outclassed that first love that would soon go
The future had better plans for me
This included being happy
Something she could give to nobody
Autumn leaves never grieve when they fall because it's all part of the plan
The wind doesn't cry and the trees don't ask why, like it was always meant to be
Don't you see? I'm pleading with fleeting stars for one wish, that by your side I will stand
And if the season finds enough reasons to change, I'll be there to say "I'll always be exactly what you see"
You're my cup of tea, no. You're my cup of joe in the morning flowing through my veins
Words are like knives and if I'm not careful about what I say you can slip away, leaving permanent stains
How can I contain what I've been trained to display? Don't blame my genetics, the way I was raised by a dame
Claiming a golden heart to start she imparted with me wisdom in love that I can never repay
But I'll begin thinning the debt by setting my hand upon yours and promising to stay
Say you will and the thrill of the ride will change the way you look at everything around you
I'll get on a bus and travel the hours. The world is ours and I don't want to waste another second of it without you
...maybe i'm done trying
maybe i'm the only one who's left fighting
fighting be loved
fighting to be someone
maybe it's time
to face the
that i'll never be
you find more
in your media,
the fact that
i will never enter
maybe it's time
i gave up on me
just as you have.
maybe it is time.
i will never
i will never
maybe you have fallen in love
with the person you wish me to be
maybe who i am
is not who you want to love.
maybe the thought of this being true
terrifies you the most
throws you off your feet
and the fear of the unknown
has you gripped on to my heart
wishing on stars
i will become
who you need.
isn't it interesting how the ocean eventually convinces the rocks to turn to dust?
or that with every drag of a cigarette, it eventually turns your lungs black
i just wish you could convince me to fall in love with you
but like the rocks turning into dust or your lungs turning black
falling in love takes time
and time is all we got
It's my turn
No sympathies, the rumours true
You'll find out the mountain blue
Your insides as hollow as your lies are true
If you'd like, I can take you
Back to the start, to thank you
For all that you've done, all that you've raught
These life lessons, your heartless chest has taught
Time heals all wounds, but
scar tissue is always visible in light
and feels different to fingertips in the dark.
Time heals all wounds. Time heals all wounds.
Time has never healed me—
And I was never wounded.
Yet my entire body is smooth in the dark.
sixteen shots and nine hits later,
do I love you still or am I wasted?
pour me another, straight vodka.
if I feel you still, I'm sure I'll take it.
puff puff pass, his smoke in my mouth.
seventeen shots and ten hits later,
love is bitter, hard to chase.
no amount of self-destruction will rid my heart
of such an unforgivable taste.
a girl with no heart
built one from fallen leaves
and broken branches
so she could love the boy
who loved her
more than anything
178 miles away from me
And 3 hours and 24 minutes exactly
Not too far
When you consider once you were
4451 miles away
Instead of hours it would have taken days
To get to you
I think in numbers
A big number of years apart
Yet that doesn't stop my heart
And 0 replies
Six times today
I've checked my inbox just in case
1 message pops up by the picture of your face
And this is why 0/10 would reccomend
Falling in love with a long distance friend
Do you ever wonder if the past loves of your life,
remember you as clearly and fondly as you
remember them. Or even recall you at all?
Is my memory that much better than theirs?
Or do I just think too damn much in general.
People meet, quickly attract,
fall in lust, or even love,
for a moment, or two,
entwine their lives,
their naked bodies,
perhaps their hearts and souls,
confess deep secrets,
then soon they part,
going their separate ways,
Like Ships that pass,
and briefly collide in the night,
then merely, casually sail away.
A perhaps damaged hull , more than
chipped paint, left blowing in the wind,
Corrosive sea water seeps in, rust begins,
we look for someone to do a repair,
Some body work, a little new paint,
and off we sail again.
And yet no collision is without illusions
of it's "what might have beens",
indelible inevitable, later recollection,
Second guessing fermenting distraction.
So back to the question,
Do any of our past loves remember us
as fondly as we remember them?
Or indeed remember us at all?
In the prevailing final analysis,
it's all long gone and done,
Why should we even care?
Too much thought can be,
a nagging unwanted distraction.
What is over and done,
can never be again.
So give it no more thought,
than one of last years
fine summer days,
While you are basking,
in the warm soothing,
sunshine of this day, today.
remembered, than they deserve or actually require, is a lesson well
learned, knowledge it seems that takes nearly a life time to acquire .