So maybe we were meant to break each other's hearts,
Tear down our walls and rip ourselves apart.
No matter what it it's not going to end easily,
It's going to bring us to tears and leave us in a pool of misery.

However, I can promise you,
That no matter how terribly or beautifully this plays through,
I'll always be here for you.
I'll never do anything to hurt you.
And with that said, you may call me pathetic,
You can say I'm sick in the head for doing something like this again,
But heartbreak is okay.
We should never feel hopeless because we are human,
And we are able to heal no matter the circumstances.

So if I ever hurt you or if you destroy me,
Just know it's going to end beautifully.
We are merely flowers in a field of hope,
Sometimes the sun doesn't shine on us,
But that shouldn't make us not grow.

It's hopeless and pathetic,
The life that I lead and the moments I forget.
The moments I remember.
I think about you too much,
About your hair, and your face
And the way we once touched.
And how your voice soothes me to sleep
And how I miss your eyes
And the way you keep me guessing all the time.
I wonder if I ever cross your mind,
Or if maybe I'm crazy
For missing you
And thinking about you
And replaying the moments over and over.
I'm so sober.
I'm so sorry,
For being pathetic.
If you're thinking about me I hope you're happy
And if you're reading this I hope you know it's really about you.
I'm thinking about you.

The skin on my head is peeling off,
Revealing every one of my thoughts.
I feel open,
Exposed,
I have no where to go from here.
I'm lost in a world full of despair,
Every night I try to not pull out my hair,
But there's always something telling me to worry.
I feel so alone in a cave of open arms,
With places to go, lights to see, arms to touch.
So if you're reading this know that the space where my heart is hurts,
And that I never had much to learn,
And that the empty space in my chest is filling up with blood.
One day I'll get a knife,
Cut open my chest and expose my insides,
And show them why love is something that goes away with time.

If everything happens for a reason why am I breaking inside
But this break is nothing but a figment of the sensory motion of my mind
I do not feel anything at all
But when I'm with you I don't feel so small.
Because these moments pass like seconds and I can't stop thinking about the time
Wishing it didn't pass and that we were suspended in it.
But everything has its limits and everything ends
It's a tragic little world we live in, isn't it?
So I'll try and find the beauty in this life and appreciate what it is before it leaves
And if you feel the same that's surely okay with me.
We are lovers and we are dreamers, we seek the impossible limit,
But, if it's with you I've already been in it.

Maybe we are poets
Maybe we are doomed
Maybe we are determined
Maybe you're my muse
Maybe I'm a dancer
Maybe I'm a lover
Maybe this is more
Maybe this is less
Maybe I was meant to hold your hand
Maybe I'm just dead
Maybe we kissed
Maybe we messed up
Maybe this is something
Maybe I'm sick in the head
Maybe I'm in love
Maybe I'm confused
Maybe I'm just searching
Maybe I've been lost
Maybe I found comfort
Maybe I did not
Maybe we're meant to love
Maybe we're meant to break
Maybe this will make sense
Maybe I'll never know
Maybe it'll be okay

Tie rocks to my feet,
So I can walk to the middle of the sea,
And sleep for eternity.

The warm water feels hot on my cold hands as I rush to erase the memories of the day behind me.
I can try and forget time by doing such mindless tasks, but when I look in the mirror I am reminded of my life,
And how this face is stuck with me for eternity.
Will I still like myself when my skin is no longer vibrant and youthful?
Because I see smile marks beginning to form and I am displeased.
Will I still walk through this town 30 years from now and understand my ever growing anxieties?
Or will I reflect and shake my head at how utterly idiotic I was?
Only time will tell and at the moment I can't decide if that's comforting or terrifying.
These places have seen my mistakes and regrets and my moments of bittersweet happiness
And I wonder if they will continue to remember my legacy.
We will all be forgotten and life is a lost cause,
But if I learn to accept this maybe I won't be so bitter.
However, to become content with such a thought is something I don't think I can ever be.

People are naive and simple and I feel as though I am complex and unreachable.
If you were a field of daisies I'd be the ****,
Criticizing you all and feeling complete envy.
For you all dance through life's wind like it's beautiful and kind,
While I shiver in the dark and forever pray for some spec of light.
A tree has grown beside me and I have become so cold,
Making warm water impossible to hold.