My brain rips After every episode we have What i see on the screen's bad For me Visual cigarettes too real to quit Plumes of smoke In this room full of eyes Never obscure the view of you from the wise Smart men stay committed to nothing but their children and their pistols Each bullet named for another heartbreak **If I go bang in your face will you kiss me through the pain?
Words fill the spaces you dont. Black ink on a white page prove opposites attract And I fear we're too similar The familiarity causes too much comfort
Paranoia is a fine art
But my confidence dries the inkwell in which you sit And now you're choking on my fumes Drowning in the silence of my non ambition I know you'll die, *But words will fill the spaces you don't.
Give me one day to try one day to make you smile one day to prove my love to you that I am worth your while Give me one day to make you happy to try and help you through your fights one day to be there for you to comfort you through the night Give me one day to make you laugh to cheer you up when you are down one day to make you feel joyful to see you grinning in place of a frown
our story needed to be shared it was epic with moments of divine beautiful happiness and moments of raw animalistic pain so i attempted to write it down
it took me years of reliving every detail writing on napkins in coffee shops and receipts in grocery stores
it took me years of memories three suicide attempts and two men i never really loved
i finished last night i finished our story ------------------------------------ and then my screen lit up and then the walls came down and then i realized our story hasn't ended all we've been through is the prologue
Sometimes life just seems like space. Endless, Cold, and Empty. Although there's more to it than the eye can see, It's truly filled with beauty and wonders.