There are times when I go quiet

Don't know what to say

Don't know what to do

At such times I am reminded of the quote

By Maurice Switzerland

"It is better to remain silent

At the risk of being thought a fool,

Than to talk and remove all doubt of it."

It has been 217 days since you decided to leave but why is it that I can still feel you pulling me into your arms every other night?

I have been rubbing the walls of my bedroom with sandpaper, hoping it could remove any traces of you that are left...
I did the same thing to my skin

Everytime someone asks me when will I see someone new I try my hardest to hold my breath, resisting from answering

"My heart"
Sigh
*"He still has my heart"

They're called dreams because that's all they will ever be

For all the wrong reasons
*I choose you