What are the chances we both ended up here?
At the same place, at the same time, at the same moment.
Perhaps the gods must have conjured this up,
must have thought our puzzle pieces fit perfectly together.
Possibly, it is pure coincidence.
That every decision, since we have been born, led us here.
Or maybe, this was decided years before.
Maybe no matter what choice we make,
we will always end up in the same place.
What are the chances we both ended up here?

and when you held my hand

i lost all feeling from my head to my toes
from my head to my toes

i lost all feeling

through my bones
through my veins


when you held my hand tightly

I feel underwater
With time slipping by
Containing of headaches
And lies an kisses
And the only time I get to breathe
Is when I'm alone
And I can see where Im going
(down down down)
I feel useless
And unlovable
Im lost I'm my mistakes
And my torn heart
I lose myself in tears
And fast breaths

vertigo
lack of sleep
but awake
and aware

sickeningly
more than ever
eyes locked open
brain electric

only my stomach rebels
churning in nervous circles

wondered why I was awake

I thought I heard it in your voice--
caring--
plagued by distance

trying to figure you out
trying to figure me out
trying to figure me out when I'm with you
trying to figure out what you do to me

i am nervous and tired and insecure

i feel like i'm drowning
but the air is so dry here.
it must be my skin,
my failing lungs,
the way i slip out of life
when lights are too bright,
my brain can't take the pressure
i feel faint
and my body
my insides are cold.
nothing is real anymore.