Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ryan 15m
Ill be honest
I can't be honest
If you were here I wouldn't wanna
I shoot daggers in the form of bic pens
And empty bottles
Id set 309 on fire
Melt the tread off all my tires
Grab the sun out of the sky
If you'd just give me the time

Am I asking too much?
Or are you giving too little?
If you miss me so bad
Why can't you meet me in the middle?
If you miss me so bad
If you miss me so bad

Another day another excuse
Another 20 hours waiting for a glimpse of you
Ghosts have made themselves more present
Empty lots have had a better view
******* the distance you create
The toxic things you facilitate
Pulling pedals off your flowers
Naming all the things I hate

Am I asking too much
Or are you giving too little?
If you miss me so bad
Why can't you meet me in the middle?
If you miss me so bad
If you miss me so bad.

You dont miss me anymore
You miss the way I make you feel
Hang my heart out on a string
Just enough to keep it real
If I cut myself wide open
And I bled out on this page
Would you recognize my insides
Or my unabated rage?

Am I asking too much
Or are you giving too little?
If you miss me so bad
Why can't you meet me in the middle?
If you miss me so bad
If you miss me so bad.
Ryan Apr 25
If my face was a screen
Maybe then I'd feel seen
But my touch don't fill you up with dopamine
My body's made of driftwood
Mismatched boards and rusty nails
My heart is burning oil just to beat

If i came with applications
To give you instant gratification
Maybe then you could never put me down
So ill fight for your attention
Every like and every mention
Hope that next year you will still keep me around

My soul is tired and old
Run on heat from soot and coal
But these tracks are the only home I know
Melt the skin from off my bones
Walk the wires for telephones
Through cyber spaces colder than December snow

If my mouth was a TV
Maybe then someone would hear me
Its like screaming under water trying to feel
But I'll never be the same
Lace my boots with pain and shame
Never knowing what the **** is ever real

— The End —