I told myself a long time ago
I only write when something hurts me
Like the pain builds up inside my head
Until the words find a way to bleed.
I haven't written words in a while
I thought I finally closed my notes
And then I opened a new entry
And we know how this story goes.
I'm pouring every letter
That has been stuffed inside these days
And I can't stop even if I wanted
Because inspiration always has its way.
I wish I could finish a chapter
And finally close a book
But happy ever after
Hurts more than it looks.
Time consumes me most days
But nothing makes time more slow
Than stuffing the words and feelings
Inside where no one goes.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 6:24 AM UTC
I told myself a long time ago
I only write when something hurts me
Like the pain builds up inside my head
Until the words find a way to bleed.
I haven't written words in a while
I thought I finally closed my notes
And then I opened a new entry
And we know how this story goes.
I'm pouring every letter
That has been stuffed inside these days
And I can't stop even if I wanted
Because inspiration always has its way.
I wish I could finish a chapter
And finally close a book
But happy ever after
Hurts more than it looks.
Time consumes me most days
But nothing makes time more slow
Than stuffing the words and feelings
Inside where no one goes.
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