Read my mind
For all the right words I can’t seem to find
To tell you how I feel inside.
Know my thoughts
For they seem to be caught
And to get them out I have fought.
Gaze into my eyes
And look past the disguise.
All the walls and all the lies.
Feel my pain
So you can know the strain
And the amount of life that it drains.
Touch the scars
That I put on my arms
And how I wished to hide behind the stars.
See my tears
That reveal my fears
Of losing everything I hold dear.
Look at my soul
Blackened like coal
And, like my heart, has a bleeding hole.
I’ve shown you me.
All there is to see,
And now you hold the key
To give me hope
And help me cope.
Give me the life for which I *****.
Hold me close
And give me a dose
Of the love that I needed most.

Take me back,
Back to the days when we talked for hours.
When we stayed up late into the night.
Back to when we walked in silence
And completely understood each other.
Take me back,
When we sat in sunshine.
When we ran through thunderstorms.
Back to when we didn’t worry about what others thought
And dismissed them without a care.
Take me back,
Back to when we laid in fields,
And spoke sweet nothings in each other’s ears,
And it wasn’t til now we realized they were just that,
Sweet nothings.
Take me back,
Just take me back
To when I didn’t know I should’ve tried harder
To hang on to someone
I didn’t realized had meant so much.
Take me back,
Back to before you were here, but at the same time gone,
And it was all my fault
Because I walked on without you.
Because I was a mindless fool.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
I didn’t know.
Take me back.

I've broken bones and
Been under the knife a few times.
I've collected burns, scrapes, cuts,
And bruises.

But nothing...
Nothing,
Hurts like silence.

Every night I lay in bed
Fighting between two choices.
Trying to decide what will hurt less;
Dreaming of what could have been
Or staying awake to delay
Waking up to another day of
What isn't.

Tell me,
How did you get so much power?
How your voice shapes my day like
My hours are clay in your
Beautiful hands.
Because it's not a good morning
Until those words dance off your tongue
Into my awaiting ears
And without them,
My morning feels a lot more like
Mourning.

you've
knocked the air from my lungs
lit fragments of my heart
and made me want to be wanted

you're
slowly stealing parts of me i never realized i still had
meanwhile i'm still busy stealing glances

She had the kind of voice that
Could calm a stormy sea
And in its absence, my heart
Is a maelstrom and I'm
Discovering how deep the
Ocean really is.