"I'm just tired" she said with a sigh
Which was true
She'd been losing sleep for weeks now
But she wasn't just tired
She started losing that sleep out of pain
She doesn't want to talk about it
About how he left her and nothing works
Sure she says it's just from being sleepy
But those tired discouraged eyes
Have been this way out of sorrow

It's funny how
You can touch my hand
And I can no longer focus
You're presence is blinding
I see only you
I can only think of the fact
Your hands are strong
But they make me weak
You're cupping the inside of my thigh
This party needs to end
So I can finally get you alone
Everyone seems gone from the room
But I can still hear the crowds roaring
I see only you
My pulse is screaming to be in sync with yours
darling, the day you looked at me
was the day I quit looking at anyone else

She never finished her
She never spoke her
It was if she felt
And he was too
He never noticed she
But soon they
Never to finish their

Explain to me why
In my dreams you kiss my lips
But in life leave me

You can look through my notebook
You can scroll through my documents
You can read what I write
But you'll never fully realise
When I write you
I literally mean *you

When you do something harmful to me
and I say 'its fine.'
Chances are it's not fine at all.
But I'm telling you it's fine because I'm used to you letting me down, and so I've decided to give you too much forgiveness and push it aside, rather than fight you for the hundredth time.
People disappoint, it always happens.
I'm used to it.
It's fine.

I'm sitting here picking stitches
You're sitting, stitching new ones