we plant the seeds of our own destruction
"everything in moderation."
here I am in backlash station,
braiding my hair
with poison in my lungs,
on my breath,
in my stare.
my silver tongue has an alchemists tooth
a lung for a lung and the whole world's done
anti-smoke anti-drink anti-fry
diet coked, diet thinking, diet guy
yes, he's gonna die
bleeding through his finger tips
we touch lips, hips? say goodbye,
maybe take him home next time.
he's got me in a bind
stuck in his rhyme
he peeled me from the core
though I had a rind
but the fruit which I drink
is GMO such as he,
the fluoride in my sink.
a love poem made me think
a tag is such a drag
because a label isn't me,
a price could be
innocence
mystery
a held too close and you're history
he sent to me
late night called to see
if the aches from which I break have calmed down to be
more of a lesson than a test,
more of a sleep than a restlessness.
there's no one who should have to witness this...
"I'll be okay."
maybe I'll say it again...
"I'll be okay."
For once and forward because I want to,
a lot of people said I didn't have a choice but to
and I don't want to hurt any of you,
with the insanity of keeping things in
with the feelings that I simply suppressed
thought he made me happy and undressed
foolishly traded my tears for alcohol
sweet words for smoke, true love for a joke.
I've lost all I could lose
let him take all that I thought could be took,
and now I finally see what was to be had all along,
what was there all along...
you all were right and I was wrong.
I ran away, that's not okay,
but I'm back and here today.
I love you all, I love you most,
I wont push you away, so hold me close.
I'm breaking and aching, I'm shedding out tears,
I'm sorry for masking and mashing my fears.
I know I don't know and I wish to learn quick,
there's not that much time and there's no love in a ****
excuse my bad language for I do not speak French...
I'll stop with the jokes and go for what's true,
there's no more emptiness in the words "I love you".
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
we plant the seeds of our own destruction
"everything in moderation."
here I am in backlash station,
braiding my hair
with poison in my lungs,
on my breath,
in my stare.
my silver tongue has an alchemists tooth
a lung for a lung and the whole world's done
anti-smoke anti-drink anti-fry
diet coked, diet thinking, diet guy
yes, he's gonna die
bleeding through his finger tips
we touch lips, hips? say goodbye,
maybe take him home next time.
he's got me in a bind
stuck in his rhyme
he peeled me from the core
though I had a rind
but the fruit which I drink
is GMO such as he,
the fluoride in my sink.
a love poem made me think
a tag is such a drag
because a label isn't me,
a price could be
innocence
mystery
a held too close and you're history
he sent to me
late night called to see
if the aches from which I break have calmed down to be
more of a lesson than a test,
more of a sleep than a restlessness.
there's no one who should have to witness this...
"I'll be okay."
maybe I'll say it again...
"I'll be okay."
For once and forward because I want to,
a lot of people said I didn't have a choice but to
and I don't want to hurt any of you,
with the insanity of keeping things in
with the feelings that I simply suppressed
thought he made me happy and undressed
foolishly traded my tears for alcohol
sweet words for smoke, true love for a joke.
I've lost all I could lose
let him take all that I thought could be took,
and now I finally see what was to be had all along,
what was there all along...
you all were right and I was wrong.
I ran away, that's not okay,
but I'm back and here today.
I love you all, I love you most,
I wont push you away, so hold me close.
I'm breaking and aching, I'm shedding out tears,
I'm sorry for masking and mashing my fears.
I know I don't know and I wish to learn quick,
there's not that much time and there's no love in a ****
excuse my bad language for I do not speak French...
I'll stop with the jokes and go for what's true,
there's no more emptiness in the words "I love you".
I have the most amazing friends a person could ever ask for and I have been abusing them by abusing myself because I felt worthless for so long because of the very first heart-break that took me alive, which no words could revive.
I'm done drinking, I swear it, it's hard but it's true.
that poison is wicked and I have hurt you.
The person I thought I loved most in this world told me,
"Words mean nothing in this world, only actions."
I agree to an extent... it's both.
you need both action as well as communication,
language isn't dead.. it's just abused.
thanks for reading.
