i think, and i realize
how far can i go
*******
******* up
getting ****** up
and then not be okay with things anymore.
when will i wanna change?
and will i know how?
i need new scenery. everything is too worn out to me.
always blame the season.
i don’t remember how to feel anymore.
but i do remember how it felt.
and i keep spending time with people who
don’t know how to feel either.
and we just dig holes with each other.
it’s ultimately ******
and the reason we don’t ever mean that much
to each other is because
we’re ****** up.
but that’s all we want, we say.
the right amount of insanity or else they get the boot.
it’s no fun if they’re completely sane.
it’s no fun if they wont damage their brain with you.
always trading lovers in, fading out.
people are beautiful
the crazy people are beautiful
with their slightly broken smile
daily fixes
and unruly speak
they all forgot how to love
but lust all the same
breaking at the seams
of how things used to be
thinking it was better before
we got here.