I feel empty and love less
I feel tired and exhausted
this feeling of nothing
it’s so complicated
because despite there being nothing
there seems to be so much I can’t understand
so much I need to learn to control
so much I need to empty
but if there’s nothing
this feeling of nothing
then how can I fill this empty by emptying it?

right in my face
in the middle of the class
she threw this right to my face

**** your respect and *******
this is the worst anyone can do
you wanted to see how I felt?
I felt miserable

I thought there might be some good in you
maybe we could solve this
this misunderstanding
but no,

today
you proved me wrong
actually I’m just relieved but ******
I wanted this to work
but I was never sure it would

today I know
it would’ve never worked since you’re a *****

not sorry for the miserable language either
thanks d for proving me wrong once again

and thanks for making me realise that sometimes people can be, not a blessing; but a lesson in life.

the smell of smoke
reminds me of you
our connection I thought we had

the smell of smoke
reminds me of you
totally black, in leather too

the smell of smoke
reminds me of you
your hidden smile, showing only when you’re glad

the smell of smoke
reminds me of you
how you’re always living but never alive

the smell of smoke
reminds me of you
the cigarette in one hand
and the vanilla in the other

the smell of smoke
reminds me of
you.

I feel like telling them I don’t want to do this anymore
All of this planning is unnecessary
I’m not motivated enough
Not anymore
I thought I could do it
I just can’t
Please forgive me
But I’m quitting

the smell of smoke
reminds me of you

tried associating the smell with no one or nothing
failed

tried telling myself this is nothing but a smell we sense everyday without really caring

but still
I give a ****

every time I just get a glimpse of the smell of smoke
it reminds me of you

sadly this is it
and while badly it hurts
I sit here and cry a river
everyday, ever minute of the day that flies by
I smell smoke and I think
of
you.

Where do I start
I met you not so long ago
As the stranger you were
We’ve been talking for not so long
But it feels like we’ve known each other for a while
As the stranger you were
You still felt like someone I hold myself close to
You seemed so different yet so many similarities
It’s starting to scare me
You’re a drug and I’m addicted
Can’t take my mind off this someone
Who I’ve called a stranger since day 1