If there was one word One word, isolated by itself That I cannot stand above all others It would have to be "Okay" I despise "Okay" "Okay" Is how your millionth day at work went "Okay" Is off-brand raisin bran "Okay" Is how you say life is going When you don't want to admit you spend Every second of it Wanting to die
"Okay" Is packed to the brim with Hidden implications Like a treasure chest Filled with bottles With little subliminal hatreds Written on tiny slips of paper Passively aggressively pushed inside To discover later As I pull out a treasure map And try to decipher Where I went wrong
"Okay" Is a one word dismissal That feels like an essay a thousand pages long "Okay" Is a poison dripping with disinterest When I dared to share with you Something I thought might make you smile "Okay" Is like trying to talk to a wall While watching the paint on it dry "Okay" Takes two seconds to write Yet I waited days For that dreaded word To grace my notifications "Okay" Should be used sparingly As if each time you send it You **** the receiver just a little bit "Okay" Should not be said so often that I know what you're about to say Like I saw it in a crystal ball "Okay" Is not looking up from your phone When I tell you about my day "Okay" Is not the proper response To "I love you"
They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred It's indifference And I can't think of a response More indifferent to pouring out My heart into your hands Than "Okay" At least the last thing you said to me Before we parted ways Showed that you cared At least a little bit "I hate you" Stung less Than the thousands of times Over our countless conversations You responded "Okay" Okay?
love is handing them the knife to slash at your chains but hoping they don't stab you in the back.
love is disappointment
it is waiting up for messages never sent hoping someone remembers to remember you.
Love is a word over spent very seldom meant its the arrow of Cupid that kills you. its an emotion that disappears after it catches you unaware its the want not the need that fills you both elixir and poison the apocalypse in the horizon the fear of the loss that thrills you. the walls not the bridges the cuts not the stitches the fire and the thirst that wills you.
I don't want to think about What will happen to us. I don't want to think about Next year, Next month or Next week. I just want to think about Tomorrow.
I don't know What I'm wearing tomorrow, What I'll eat for breakfast, Or if I'll even wake up tomorrow. What I do know is that Tomorrow, I'll still love you.
RIP to the little girl that i let die you left me so quickly i never got the chance to say goodbye i'm sorry i didn't fight for you more i wanted to protect you so i lock us behind my bedroom door but as the days went by i looked in the mirror and saw you die a little more inside the sobs grew louder your voice grew hoarse leaving your throat as dry as powder .....then you stopped talking at all the world would disappear through your tears as you stare at the wall one day i woke up and you were no more i screamed your name but you never came you died in the middle of this mental war i'm sorry little girl i let die you left so quickly i'm sorry i never said goodbye