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 Oct 2015 Mel Little
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
She whispered that she liked the feel
of rough hands in bed,
so I gave up going to college
and became a stone mason instead.

I know I didn't expect much,
except I didn't know much
about who or how.

But with callused skin
and a bed full of sin,
boy do I miss it now.
I can't figure out
what writes these words,
is it my hands
or is it the keyboard?
Sometimes it's better
to be nice
than to be right.
Be my escape,
please don't fray.

The night,
the day,
time leaves me behind.

Over and over
again.
I've been collecting
all the butterflies you give me
in a big mason jar
that I keep beside
the overflowing bottle
where all my emotions are

And sometimes
when that bottle bursts
and pain just floods me
I open up that jar
where my butterflies are
and I set them free
Blue twirls and twine,
exhaled temporary halos
give us sanctity
in the din and the dark
of this ***** night.
Let's get lost together,
you can lead me on.
I don't know where to go anyway,
I'll happily tag along.
Call me your sad puppy,
or don't call me at all.
You can lead me on.

I found myself
in this repeating song
of when we were right
and when we were wrong
but I never complained,
or doubted your love,
I just led you on.

So baby it's your turn,
now that I need you
you can lead me on.

I just hope it doesn't burn
because I can't leave you
when you're already gone.
Through this acting
day in and out
like organic rust
without doubt
we grow smaller
and invasive
covering those
that we love
with covet for
those we hate.
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