Even taking back a step in chess, not every game in winnable.
Since the grip had been lost,
and for the moment was gone,
Maybe respectfully sit here,
And let the opponent do their moves.

Someday someone is going to wrongly interpret this sentence, too.

As long as we all learned something.

Ahhh, so EVERYONE is a assertive *******. Got it.

The writer of this sentence sure is.

The world never lacked the charm of novelty that makes your heart flatter.

Being high is literally daydreaming

Dreaming with your eyes wide open

And your life after that
Is like rheumatic pain.
On the sunny days,
You can act as if nothing happened,
But on the rainy nights,
Even years and years after,  
The familiar pain
Will still be let out of the same wound.

Of course separation is what you want
When there has been a crack,
One that you can’t ever fix.
You know that
Pieces of the puzzle can’t be forced together.
But what you don’t yet know is,
Pulling apart hurts far more.
There is no way out
Of remember what had happened.
Leaving, or staying.
But who said life has to give you a way out?

My lamp burnt
A hole into the night
I sit below it
And bleed with my pen

I lie in the tomb of my Annabel Lee
Where she did not die
As she never lived
I know this
And I lie in the tomb of my Annabelle Lee