Your eyes they captivated me the most
Saw straight through me while seeing everything
The beautiful boy with eyes full of ghosts
In a downward spiral stomach coiling
I crave to know all the secrets they hold
Because I am too scared to face my own
I thought in you I found my type of cold
To now not feel as if I was alone
I remember the day that your eyes changed
When they had stopped and could not meet my gaze
That fateful day where I became estranged
For you had moved on in a different way
That left me wanting how we used to be
To only know those ghosts were really me.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
It’s a universal killer,
An unwanted visitor that makes itself at home in the lonely hearts and tired eyes.
It becomes an addiction if given
long enough to fester, becoming the
only thing you can feel if anything at all.
You cling to it because you so desperately crave to feel something besides the emptiness that resides in the place of where you once assumed
you had a heart that beat too fiercely.
Sadness is an outcast, a reject that takes up residence in those who are foolish enough to let it in when it comes knocking.
It’s a heart that feels so much that it becomes too much.
It’s the point when you stop caring because you once cared too much.
Sadness is realizing that you are replaceable, that there is nothing that makes you special from the people around you.
It’s realizing that they don’t need you anymore, after you gave them everything.
It’s realizing what you gave them wasn’t enough, that you weren’t enough.
Sadness is a drug that I don’t want to give up.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC