I go from 3 days of a slumber To pleasures and rage Hating me but lusting for you Times of hopelessness Thoughts of suicide To gripping a wheel Doing over 140 Self wallowing Hiding in darkness To feeling immortal Impulsive purchases And everytime this flip happens I feel half of me turn and Look the other way
I couldn't have asked Or prayed to the gods For anything better You watched me fight And claw my way Through so much You know I'm not perfect After all of that You still decided To choose me
... gashed deeply in the quietest of ways when i should have been shrieking in torment but with the swells of both oceans and wounds comes mitigation ... and repose
To feign ignorance That the world Just operates how It does When the signs Are clearly there For some Its coincidence For others Its fate For me Its numbers Such as 818
818 is one of my favorite numbers with my one of my favorite meanings.
For those who have stuck around I should be grateful Yet often I've been wounded By those who are close and dear Their intentions virtuous And their results malicious All comes back to If familiarity mattered Water wouldn't boil a fish
You are my Everything And that may Seem bold But what's really bold Is how you stormed Into my life Even though You were always there Eagerly waiting And now I can't and don't Want to leave your Embrace