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aryanalynae May 2018
I can stop thinking about it
I can detach myself so quick
But as soon as my head hits the pillow
I’m anxious, I’m sad, I quit.
aryanalynae May 2018
I’ll admit you got me
But won’t forget that you lost me.

And it’s not as though I wandered off,
We both know the story and why we stopped.

Nobody needs an explanation,
It’s better left unsaid
I still can’t form the words anyway,
I think that’s why I haven’t wept.

I haven’t cried a tear,
I haven’t let out a scream,
I can’t let go of what just happened,
It just seems so unreal to me.

I can’t form the words,
I’m tongue tied and that’s rare,
Normally I’m a master,
But the words.. they just arent there.

Mixed singals, they’re just awful.
They **** my heart up till it’s broke.
And the worst part is I just replay
Every word of every lie you ever spoke.

It doesn’t seem like an end,
Was there just nothing there?
I’m confused by all the moments,
I’m confused, I thought we cared.

Anxious for disappointment,
It was odd how I felt so relieved
When you took the expectations out,
I felt like I could breathe.

Like the fading of the great thing,
We felt and had so much of,
Wasn’t in my head,
..yeah I could tell you lost the love.
aryanalynae May 2018
Who
I haven’t listened to myself breathe in a while.
I haven’t felt myself genuinely crack a smile.
I haven’t been in tune with food for my soul.
I haven’t seen my self in the mirror, truth be told.

I stare at the reflection but I can’t see my breath.
And I can see this smile but it’s looking forced and stretched.

I feed from adrenaline, but I’m just short of a crash,
I’m looking at the mirror but don’t see myself looking back
aryanalynae May 2018
Trust is a funny thing
How we crave it
How we deserve it
Yet we have the hardest time giving it.

Trust is a confusing thing
How we manage it
How we measure it
Yet we can’t manipulate it.

We can’t change it. We can’t just create it.
But we have it, and we earn it.
aryanalynae May 2018
spiritually enlightened
Life’s consciousness Is heightened
And I’m dreaming but I’m creating
I’m invisioning and procreating
aryanalynae May 2018
idc
some nights I just get tired,
but on rare occasion I'm inspired.
and you could say that I acquire
a taste for ink... so desired.

and I feel my mind rewire,
it's ice cold, but it's on fire
and I learn to just aspire
to the mind's elevation, higher
aryanalynae Aug 2017
ignore it
pretend it,
didn't happen.

forget it.
hide it.
avoid it.
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