I am Scott Pilgrim withoot,
getting the awkward happy ending.

An ocean of thoughts
inside my lungs
suffocating me.
At night
I carve shadows
slowly down my arms,
feel rivers of words
drop onto the white tiles.
The water surrounds me
and I surface
begging to breathe.

In the morning
I wake with wet hair
my sleeves scratch
against the memories.
And the tide ebbs, and the tide flows.

hey, j-girl.

it's been awhile.
i haven't seen you around lately.
i can't say i'm complaining, but.
maybe i've missed you a little, so.
you should stop me. i do miss you.

"the drugs begin to peak,
a smile of joy arrives in me."
that would be the song playing now.
i wonder who you'd be today.
where would we be, today?

i swore i'd never let you go,
but you went and walked away.
i don't love you anymore.
i can't love you anymore.
but i miss you, so much.

i went to prom,
i graduated,
i went to a music festival.
i danced all day.
i can't talk today.

you should've been there.
you'd like my friends.
there's one, in particular,
that i wish you could meet.
she's sweet like vinegar.

but i think you'd like her.
she's no stranger to blood,
and she could set you straight.
she's stronger than me, i think.
or maybe we're just different.

i don't know. she makes me think of you.
she's disappears, like you.
but she's always come back, so far.
anyway, i just wanted to say hi.
come back to me, all cleaned up.

you'd like it here.

I woke up this morning,
and time seemed to stop.
My body was moving,
my mind not processing one thought.
One moment I was here,
the next I was there.
I couldn't help but just sit,
with a monotone stare.
Maybe it's a hangover,
from thinking 100 miles per hour.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep,
I only snuck in an hour.
I woke up this morning,
and time seemed to stop.
I figured it out,
it was only the clock.

Go ahead,say the words that I've longed for,
fretfully.

It won't have an effect,
on this cobble ****** wall that protects me.

You can say all you want,
but your actions will suffice.

Quite frankly, do it fast,
before my heart turns into ice.

A steady pitter-patter,
turns into a syncopated tune.

The clock ticking down,
only time heals my wounds.

So, go ahead,
I advise you to choose wisely.

Because I am the gate keeper,
to this cobble ****** wall.

You can say what you may,
I'm not ready to fall.