they talk about the skeletons in closets but nobody talks about how they were bodies i’ve got people in my wardrobe stacked up like they’re old hobbies people i’ve hurt people who’ve hit me people who deserved it people who couldn’t see digging graves for memories these people were small infinities i’ve got to go to therapy spill my guts to a stranger maybe they’ll even tell help create healthy barriers for me or maybe it’ll show my reality that something isn’t completely right upstairs in my soul my mind is so scary at night
It's the fear of not being good enough for anyone. That's what stops me from trying at all. I have managed to push everyone else away because I'm scared they will eventually end up seeing me the way I see myself.
if you went away tomorrow I hope you’d take my love away with you as your body returned to the dust in which it came I would pray your last thought would be my love and when you closed your eyes, I hope you’d feel my lips the kisses that translated a love I couldn’t speak
my mouth can never say all that you mean to me my body can never show all the affection I feel because I’m everything I am today because of you