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Jacob Lyons Sep 26
empty words, there’s no substance
you spent time reading something
that in the end means nothing at all
this is an edge of what i could show you
apparently this is more interesting
no this isn’t deep or a metaphor
just a set of lines to fill a void inside
at least if no one cares, i didn’t try
who cares?
Jacob Lyons Sep 23
Have I passed the test when I’m
Left with zero negative lines?
Or have I failed the point of life
When I have nothing left to write?
At this point, I’d much rather exist as
Perfectly miserable than miserably perfect
Jacob Lyons Sep 2018
And if you leave, I'll go with you
And I'll do that with no issue
You are my friend, but I'll say this
Being in love can feel like ****
It's less on you, it's more on me
I'll feel the pain, but I can't leave
I wish I could skip this whole week
We both know how this ends, don't we?
There is no point in burning leaves
Nothing will change and honestly
If I burn this whole **** forest
I can't expect to save some trees
And I'm not here to **** a bee
I'd kiss the scars that made you weak
But that's not my job or duty
Only if you gave me something
Some kind of sign, who I should be
More than maybe and I'm sorry
And when I say I'm moving on
It doesn't mean that I'll be gone
If we're both meant to stay strong
Then my heart needs to move along
And once again I'll say it twice
I promised to be here for life
Here forever, for yours, for mine
Have a nice day, have a good night
Jacob Lyons Aug 2018
i think my main issue wasn't the maybe
it's the fact that there was only a maybe
i've seen your heart race for an hour
for someone you only saw for a minute
sitting next to people during huddles
then leaving tears in the form of puddles
how's the cigarette? how's every laugh?
was it all enough to forget the past?
the answer should have been obvious
but now it's obvious to hit the opposite
put my mind on things for a new lover
this time, be treated like a brother
my catharsis is a thorn on a rose
so now i write to gain back my hope
to distance the repetition of rhyming
you and i were similar in many ways
burning month, nature bound objects
with the sharp piece on the beauty
rose thorn, bee sting, pick your poison
i can't even write about love anymore
because affection shouldn't be forced
and i thought you'd say something else
i hate that your poetry is your compliment
and yeah, i know my shoes look nice
but it makes me feel way less confident
when your attraction to me has a price
i am lured inside of your perfume
not the one you wear, but attention
**** the rhyme again, bees and roses
don't mix and maybe they shouldn't
i wrote this in one sitting to be honest
i used to get ******, now i'm used to it
i wonder how many times your next love
will get to hear the words "i'm sorry."
i don't want to leave, but if it takes
killing a maybe and causing closure
you could have had my love
you don't want it and now it's over
admit it, the maybe was a placeholder
because you'd thought i'd move on
and i'd find someone by november
if i put that much weight on your heart
and it takes tearing myself apart
for you to write a letter with tears
and prologue the tale of fear
then hell maybe i should go
it's not like i didn't risk pain for you
accidental photos, i stayed
a stone foot maybe, i stayed
talking to someone, i stayed
heart racing elsewhere, i stayed
utah trip to think, i waited
people coming and going, i waited
denying other girls, i waited
because of you, i was patient
but that's not the love i need
running to you, but stuck on leash?
how many other people roam free?
minus the playlist and the poetry
i never gave up on you because
i couldn't think about anyone else
now i'm listening to See You Again
but this time, i'm not thinking about you
but i will say this as the **** **** flower boy playlist hits my ears and comes out my esophagus for hard edged bliss in boredom and bathed in roses
i will tell you this, i know i matter to you
in the end, you didn't move away
and you tried to cure your pain
and when you couldn't go anywhere
when you needed someone to text
it's 4am and you had a message
you came to me. you came to me.
you came to me. was that a maybe?
no, you came to me during relapsing
that should mean something as i repeat
after i came for you, you came to me.
do you mean to change the maybe?
maybe, when maybe was enough for me.
Jacob Lyons May 2018
My brain draws images of happiness
Because it's everything I wanted to see
A rainbow after the showers end
Because it's everything I wanted to be
Can you feel the iridescent?
Look at me from a new point of view
My mind was a **** mess
That just needed the colors to spew
If there really isn't much left
I'm sorry if it's become a trend
Cannonballs at the deep end
Eating my heart in the ocean
Red is everywhere though
So do I get a brand new halo?
Or will demons guide my soul?
Either way, do I get control?

It's just the way I'll be
It's just the way I see things
It's just the way I see everything

And I get to die
Every single night
When I sleep and dream
Somewhere close to five
Hours and I try
To escape this life
I lay back and breathe
And then close my eyes
So maybe instead
Of wishing for death
And thinking of red
I should rest my head
While Hell remains
For when you awake
Life passes by
Every breath you take
I guess people don't like my poetry maybe because they're long or ****, but here's just a flash of sitting down and writing. This will probably be the last song. Who knows?
Jacob Lyons May 2018
You thought I'd go away
I'm the color red in speech
I'm the color blue in thoughts
The color green when I see
Burn inside of the anger
Of a thousand years of fire
Drown inside of the sleepless
Nights that I've had, I'm tired
Search into my envy, my jealously
My wishing for more, my everything
I know that time goes and goes
But my mind doesn't like the clock
It keeps looking up and the hope
Dies inside of my nightmare thoughts
Jacob Lyons May 2018
I don't know what to do anymore
And this won't be full of rhymes
This is all free-written right now
And this could be the last one
I wanted to live like a rose
Full of beauty until I died
But like most flowers in life
I'm there, looked at, and that's it
I'm sorry if this has no conclusion
I'm praying for one to come to me
And I'm really hoping next month
Says a lot more than what is here
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