The nickname given by an ex
That made me realize I never
Want a next

I'd rather be alone
And forget how to care

Than to find someone for me
Only to find out too late
That it's not meant to be

I can barely think
Sleep isn't sleep
It's a blink

Tired isn't brief
Its permenent
Mixed with this grief

Death a better solice than living
Looking back on life
Which has apparently nothing worth giving

it's about who you miss
at 2 in the afternoon
when you're busy

not about who you miss
at 2 in the morning
when you're lonely

Be the
ocean wave
that
in her mind
she systematically surfs over and over throughout the day

Be the
ocean wave that
brings her to shore out of breath and
all passionately crazy

Be the
ocean wave that
sweeps her out
into depths
she has never ventured

Be the
ocean wave


that's

always

her
one of a kind

adventure

My feelings have turned to stone
I'd rather say **** it
And live to die alone

Saying I'd never love anymore
As if I have a say
Or ability to shut that door

But I do know that its painful
To let them in
Only to be stabbed by a knife that's dull

Feelings of stone
Won't even date
At this point I'm convinced
Its Fate

I'm falling deep down
To the place where
No ones around
It's just yourself and you

A staring contest of
What the **** do I do
To help me out
Of this repetitious cycle
Of raging self doubt