You are slowly losing yourself, But you don't see it, I don't want to watch you fall apart, But you just won't listen, Every day it gets worse, You won't let me help you, Blocking me out, When you realise, I'll be gone.
His hands around my neck, And a weight of the past Slamming against my back to the rhythm of my cries I am stuck on repeat between I feel nothing and I feel everything But never enough.
I’d rather feel the ache between my legs of where he was instead the ache in my chest of where I was.
So here I am yet again, a lone passenger on a burning ship, With my back to the fire that I have set myself, only realizing my danger by the look on everyone's faces back on shore screaming at me to abandon ship.
The one who got away, Keeps coming back, I don't know why, She keeps coming back into my life, She's never felt anything towards me before, She knows, I know, So why are we talking once again.
i’m laying down with a book on my neck and your ghastly temper shook sarah’s branches. the way they shook was reminiscent of a code or some secret recipe lost in the universe like the way shafts of light roll across the dust on a table or the way the hawk cuts the sky in half over the barn incalculable, it would seem. your anger, too, shall pass. so i roll over in bed and wish i was buried.