It's the little things
Little things push me down
Run me through
Run me down
Heartbreak is big
But it's the little things that do it
A little thing like
The inability to
Tell you how proud
I am of you
Of all that you do
Of all the big achievements
And the little things
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I thought that I'd convinced myself that this time I would be okay
That I could get through goodbye without crying
That today
I would say
To myself the things that made me happy
But it looks like today
I've yet to find a way
To be okay
Knowing that I cannot stay
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Love me if you love me
But don't if you can't
If you're gonna cut me free
Then use a knife that's sharp
Don't just gnaw at the rope of it
Or toy with the idea
Make a decision and and roll with it's tide
Yell it loud and clear
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
I feel like I'm drowning
And falling
And sinking
And I've never felt this way before
I can't find the ground
Yet I brush it beneath me
Not landing
But feeling
And I've never felt this way before
Never
Before
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
I'm packed and I'm ready
To fly away home
Though honestly speaking
I don't want to go
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
I never thought
That I
Would break
The way that you
Broke me
I never though my
That I
Would shatter
So that splinters
Would be found
For months
After
You broke me
And I'm still
Breaking
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
When I leave I leave so much behind
Not only you but the essence
Of this place I wish to call home
Sweet coffee
Steps
Pizza above the theatre
Park behind the theatre
Arcades
You
Him
Her
All of you
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
As I take a single finger
And slam it on a key
The boy across the room
Looks across and smiles at me
A single ringing volume
In the single note of G
And we share a deep connection
Beyond all and anything
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
Get out of my head
Stop making a nest
Of my fears
Of my hates
Of my pain
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
I should've guessed, I should've known.
If there's a lightning, thunder will come.
That I was a guest, this wasn't my home,
but I was just too afraid to be alone.
Winds might change after tomorrow
and the sea my pain could somehow swallow.
But today there's this mountain of sorrow,
that blocks the sun, and makes me feel hollow.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC