That day I got high
And almost called you
What I would have gave for another laugh
To hear the air move from your lungs
And wash out the dust in my mind
A chance to cleanse my soul

I know it's only been two weeks but time moves slow when your surrounded in silence

My mind can only forage thoughts of you

Growing up my parents were always selfish. They'd rather subsidize tasteful cars than their own child's education so they could prove worthy of societal thinking.
They'd rather finance love through glamorous things instead of investing in actual intimacy.

Maybe if loneliness wasn't my parental figure then this existential adult life wouldn't be spent in monotonous cognitive states

I
seek
divine
in the
unknown

I see myself falling back into
old ways,
But I no longer care

I have let you make footprints
in this town,
And it's haunting when
you're gone

To the girl with the notepad
Scribbling war into my skin
Tell it well this time

No longer do I fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can
no longer see the stars in my eyes
As long as they still choose to look
they will find them again