i'll tell you my sins
so you can sharpen your knife
Take Me To Church // Hozier
sometimes we just need a person to listen to how we really feel
i will always listen.
Sometimes I think that maybe the night winds really do whisper your name
can you still feel my fingers run through your hair when you look at her?
"I used to be the person
who took pictures of
beautiful sunsets but
now all I see are dark clouds"
maybe my hands
are always cold
i would be nothing
he only liked holding her when she couldn't find her clothes
let me be your laugh when you thought you could only scream
gasping for air to breathe, she apologized.
with his face in his hands, he forgave her again.
she's choking herself with the tears she's holding back
i am so sorry that everything i do is wrong and every time i apologize, i do it again. i am so sorry that i have never had someone stay as long as you, so i constantly wait for you to leave. i am so sorry that i push you away every day and all i really want is you to be here. i am so sorry that every time we talk, i cry and every time we are together, i bring up the past. i am so sorry that everything i have every done has stuck to me. i am so sorry that you can physically see the pain that i have gone through. i am so sorry that i didn’t answer your calls when you left or when i said i never cared. i cared more than anything. i am so sorry that i was never strong enough for you and i never will be. i am so sorry that you love me.
i am so so sorry.
you tell me to calm down without realizing that you're the reason why my heart breaks whenever i see someone happy
my mind can't wrap around the fact that you aren't here anymore
maybe if you scream my name loud enough it will muffle all the doors that were slammed in my face
maybe if you hold me tight enough then every voice saying i'm worthless will fade away
the sad thing is, i try to fix people when i can't fix myself.
seems to stop
when i notice your
for a second
i've lost my chance
and i can't
think of a better
i’m starting to love my body the way you used to tell me to
she's clawing out her eyes
to see that you were
never there to begin with
The air is as cold as the knife you stuck in my back
knife that broke
you ask me what's wrong
as if you weren't aware that
the scars on my body
were because of you
Love is every summer night when you roll your window down and only hear his heartbeat in every song
The damage a storm can do
isn't even close to how I felt after you
trying to run away from you is like trying to forget where i live when i have to go back each night
i told you i needed you and you said you needed one more drink
her smile was beautiful
but it was as fake as the promises my mother made to stay
you're the midnight train my feet have been chasing after for days
How is it that your lips can whisper such beautiful things that only sound like screams in the air
falling in love is like learning how to swim for the first time and not knowing when you would finally drown
i know i love you because you make me want to do things that i have never had the courage to do before
i love how your fingers fit perfectly between mine
while we rest, our minds infuse with magnificent visuals.
are these wonders of what we desire,
or are they futures to be revealed?
for the free spirit can merely ponder of how sensational our dreams are the following wake
He holds his breath
So she can gather her thoughts
He would die for her
And she would watch
I am surrounded with people and I feel alone sitting next to you.
broken mirrors and they still look like you
you moved five months ago and i'm still trying to understand how i get lost going down the same road every night
she waits for the day that she wakes up and doesn't hate herself
i want you to hear the words
i love you
without someone ripping your heart out
drowning in my own thoughts. fighting my own mind to understand.
the day that you walked out was the day that the bottles we threw finally broke on my face
how can you make me feel both empty and alive
i'm screaming your name and your response is a blank stare
i'm strangled by the thoughts of your lips on mine ever again
My obsession over being wanted came from never feeling wanted.
His hands are numb from
strangling the demons inside
The butterflies you once gave me are turning to stones, and im not sure what is worse; loving someone who doesn't love you or not being loved.
i'm pretty sure that my headache has become the pain i have distracted myself with for the past few days so i didn't realize how many times you didn't answer the phone when i could barley see the words that i wrote when i was happy
the feeling of being trapped inside your own body.
you struggle for air to breathe in and fill your lungs but you gain nothing. you cry; begging your own mind to understand you are okay. but your heart knows otherwise. you hide behind a wall of lies that have happiness written along them.
but your heart knows otherwise
i fell in love when i realized that i was staring at you
rather than the sunset when i whispered it was beautiful
loving me is like loving the dead flowers in the winter