I swear she onced laughed
I swear she was never last
Love inside of a flask that I couldn't open
We didn't mean it
I hope God means us
I hope a higher power even exist
Where do I go when things don't really last forever?
Making myself by self destruction
Letting go, letting go
I'll feel peace when I get rid of the memories
I'll feel peace when I know it's okay for things to not have meaning
I don't feel the way I write sometimes
Music changes feelings
Feelings change the vibe
The vibe sets the tone
The tone sets the love
The love makes you see your own written future
What is destiny?
I couldn't stand being associated with what I was with a few months ago
I hope your vision is changing
For the better
Talking to the wind like writing these unsent love letters

To you, I must be the vegetables your mother told you to eat at the dinner table.
You push me to the side even though you know I'm good for you.
Even though you know your body needs me running through your veins.
You spoon me,
Then when the coast is clear you put me down & pick up something more appetizing on your plate.
I'm just there.
You scrape me to the side & spread me apart to make it look as though you've taken more of me than you actually have.
To give the illusion of health.
An illusion that you're doing what you're supposed to be doing.
But I know better.
I know because I'm the one sitting on your plate, getting cold.
While you consume all that looks & taste better than me,
I go to waste.

everyone is the same person
just different incarnations
so really I am just you
trying to love
yourself