I don't know whether I'm too big for my skin or if it is too small for me
Either way though, it doesn't fit and I can't stop fidgeting

"what a beautiful day"
I say from the stale side of the window pane
I retreat beneath my sheets

This pit in my stomach is a black hole
Threatening to absorb all of the light in my life

I forget sometimes to place a warm cup of tea before my sorrows as I refill again those of my joys,

and for this,

I can understand why when one of my sorrows finally recieves one, sometimes it just throws it back in my face.

And yes, I'm scolded for a few moments, but I am the one who is to blame.

Had I just invited my sorrows to tea a little earlier, and treated them with the same respect as my joys, I would not have upset my guest.

Treat all guests with respect.

my love is a box of dark chocolate and blood red wine sitting patiently for you at the table
hugged by dust and cold candlewax
when did two years pass?

the light at the end of the tunnel is a train
and baby, we're going places

it feels like I'm watching myself
dig my own grave
and i'm begging myself
to stop
and crying
why