i have too many thoughts to write down
but i dont have a pen n paper
thats where i want to write bc it feels more raw
something you think you know about
but youre more like mmmm artificial and store bought
its crazy how much i really didnt like you
yet i was soooooo deeply in love with you
you like the idea of money
i thought i did too, until i met you, the REAL you, & then i left you.
your colors
they are so faded and dark
like an artist's paint water after he mixed all the pretty colors together
when i look at an art piece i can see and feel many things, i can understand others pain, empathy
when you look at one, your first thought is how much its worth.
we are not the same .
what a scary feeling it is to know i will die one day never feeling, seeing, hearing , kissing you again
but at least its not as scary as to know you might die one day with an empty heart and full of regret for all the hearts you've broken
for someone who has no idea what love is -
you sure know how to orchestrate the image of it well.
i pray that one day you allow God to fill your heart with love and your mind with grounded thoughts
if you do or dont -
I pray for your Kids .
please dont make them exactly like you .
i know the best way to get over you
is to drown myself in work
just like you do when you run away from your own faults and think money is the answer to your lonely thoughts.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
Remember when you said -
"whats crazy is that you were just fine right before you met me. you were happy."
yeah.
thats what happens when you hurt people that fall in love w you.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
she thinks so beautifully
the darkness consumes her mind but she remains the light in the room
she doesn't cry tears
she's envied for this
she thinks quickly
a rush of memories
you cant ever tell if there good or bad
but you can hear her speak through her eyes
shell let you know if its about you or not
her lips are too pretty to slip out ugly words
too pretty to be slapped across the mouth, when she triggers one with hurtful words
the truth hurts
n that is exactly why
she only speaks with her eyes
her eyelashes fall and rise with every new thought that comes up
the true definition of thinking before speaking
she doesn't need to prove anything
you and her both know you are not the same
no such thing as thinking out loud
thinking silently
her hair falls perfectly with patience and thoughts bleeding through every strand
her eyes may be heavy,
sometimes light
but whatever she is thinking is seeping deeply in every crease of her body
she is molded from her own emotions and overthinking
she is not sane but she is not insane
she's beautifully crafted in joy and in pain
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC