Stuck between wanting to disappear
and forget that you could ever mean more to me than just a friend
or sticking around to dig a little deeper into your mind,
but when I stay it feels like I'm digging my own grave.

My body's become a graveyard for all the places your hands have touched more than my skin.
You don't visit anymore and the flowers you left have wilted away along with the memories on your fingers laced with mine.
My hands have been shaking since you left, wishing you would come back one last time.
I hope you choke on your goodbyes while you kiss the tombstone that reads "cause of death: your hands" and its not the only one.

She's a graveyard and each cause of death is a different way you used to make her feel alive.

He tells me he thinks I should quit smoking.
I tell him I can't because I'm just too dead inside and he agrees,
but doesnt ask for any details
and I don't give them.

I don't tell him that he makes me feel alive,
and if I could make him feel the same, this would be my last cigarrette,

but I know I'll light another one in a couple minutes.

I don’t know who “they” are, but I know that they are the ones who called it ‘falling in love’
I think I understand that term more than ever and yet it still confuses the hell out of me.
There is really next to no sense of love at all – and that might just be the scariest part.
Because when you’re falling in love, all you really feel is the falling part.
Love is unrecognizable really.
I mean does anyone really know what love is when they start to fall for someone else?
That gut wrenching undesirable feeling in the pit of your stomach;
otherwise known as the butterflies,
when really, it feels more like your body has turned into a target zone
for every known natural disaster
and all the ones in between that humans have yet to put a name to.
And maybe falling in love is actually a name for yet another natural disaster
worse than anything we could ever imagine.
Falling is all I can seem to be feeling now a days
and you leaving has a hell of a lot to do with that – not that I blame you for making me feel this way
it’s just that I don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
This black hole has moved from my chest to the bottomless pit of my stomach
and the only explanation I can come up with is that my heart has gotten too heavy.
It tried to warn my head to give up now,
even though Heart is fully aware that Brain could never do this.

I’ve come to know this black hole very well; as it is defined as what truly scares me the most
and when I’m falling in love, I’m only ever just falling.

The butterflies in my stomach are trapped
and the only way to get them out is for you to cut me open
and tell me all the things that always struggle to make their way out of your lips