You replaced my heart with a tombstone
Maybe thats why it feels so heavy

Midnight drives
Sharing secrets and stealing kisses
In between red lights
The street lights looked dim
Compared to the light in your eyes
And I play back this memory in my mind
But it isn’t until I realize I’m smiling to myself
That I realize that life is all about
The person who makes you feel less alone
Even when they aren’t around

It took one look
That Monday night
You looked over at me and said
“I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me”
You held me like I was glass
And pressed up against me until our souls were touching
Heavy breaths and light heads
We were meant to last

Singing in your passenger seat
With your hands intertwined with mine
I have finally found my Someplace Better
And this was just our gentle beginning
In the dead of the night, we became alive

Once upon a time I was in love,
With that smile with those eyes,
Now I'm so hurt I don't feel anything,

Sometimes I feel I wanna disappear,
You are not by my side,  
I'm filled with ignorance and fear,

How cruel of you to leave me,  
When  I was totally yours,
And keep me behind these doors,

Set those eyes to look ,
For love instead of faults,
Talk to me now break the walls,  

I'm in love still as you can see,
I'm hoping for spring in autumn like a tree,
Either come and bring spring,  
Or leave me to the hands of the axes,


© AROODY2016

please I beg you

hit me in the head

so I may forget

everything he said

all of the lies

that I somehow believed

all of the pain he caused me

but hey it was my fault for believing

please I beg you

hit me in the head

so I may forget

everything he said.

You are light itself;
you are blessed, you are blessing.
Peace always with you.

When I can't feel anything, I watch a sad movie or read the ending of sad books and sometimes I wonder why I do things to make me cry instead of laugh until I waste an hour and a half watching a comedy that isn't even funny to remember  that the easiest feeling to achieve is heartache. And maybe that's twisted but I don't even remember what twisted is because twisted is my normal.

Sometimes happiness takes place of the emptiness but once it's gone it's like stepping on something sharp on carpet and trying to find it. And that may sound odd because stepping on something sharp is painful but so is a happy person with an anxious mind knowing that in only a matter of time that sweet, warm feeling won't be there anymore.

If someone were to knock on my body, it'd be hollow and they would probably imagine it as cold and damp and decide that it's not worth their time. And maybe that's why I'm alone, because everyone is a little afraid of an abandoned house.