You don't have to love me anymore
But I'll always love you
You'll always have someone there
A wide open pair of sliced-up arms
I used to dream of you laying on my chest
Now all that lays there is razor marks
I almost don't mind if they scar;
They can represent my pain like a crest
I'll never be able to hear of your country
Not even see the southern cross
Without remembering your eyes
I'm so broken, I can't find it in me to cut ties
And so as you move on with life
I hope you know I still wish you the best
And I know you don't believe me, but I'll be here
Dragging the next blade across my chest
I know you'll be happy
And one day, I pray I can be too
But until then
Australia still makes me think of you
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
I hate that there is always a question mark
What will the future hold? One day, will it all turn dark?
The thoughts in my head cause so much fear — like a circling shark
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 6:27 AM UTC
The loneliness is crushing when you're not around
It feels like my chest is tied down and bound
Your absence makes my head feel like a merry go round
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
I’m still fighting the fear of losing you
You should know that everything I feel is true
How we got here, I haven’t a clue
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
My head is my own worst enemy
My words are like a crown of barbed wire
You won’t get inside to see my thoughts
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about all the moments where I could’ve never met you. It hurts my heart to think I could’ve missed out on you. It makes me cry.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
It's been 60 days
I'm finally beginning to feel comfortable with you
Sometimes it all feels like a daydream haze
I can't help but continue to wonder if you care about me too
It's okay though, everything is fine
Maybe things will change with time
We don't need to rush things, it's not like this is a crime
I don't understand it all yet, but our friendship is in it's prime
I don't want to ruin this, not this time.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
I've always wondered how you see me
It doesn't really matter, my brain is convinced you hate me
I must be like a parasite — a flea.
Still I'll beg you again, please don't leave me
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
I wish you knew that the thought of being replaced makes me shake
There are so many others who you'd be way more interested in
It's okay, you can go... I'll be here, working through the heartache.
please don't go, i need you. i'll do anything...
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
I guess I'll go make a cup of tea
Because sometimes it feels like
You have time for all of them, but not for me
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC