In just one breath
You speak words I thought I'd never hear
Just one breath
One drunken breath
Those three little words that should mean the most
You might not remember saying them
But you did, and I did too
And everyday I cling to those words
Those intoxicating words
As I start to question, like I always do
I replay those words over in my head
As we grow further and further apart
As we start to avoid saying those words again
It makes me wonder
If we ever meant them
And I write
I furiously scribble words on paper
Words of emotion, frustration, and anger
Anger with you
Anger with myself
The words I write, they liberate
They make me feel
The written word creates a world of emotion
That spoken word never could
I live vicariously on pen and paper
As I sit cold,
And silent
Hanging on those last words.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
In just one breath
You speak words I thought I'd never hear
Just one breath
One drunken breath
Those three little words that should mean the most
You might not remember saying them
But you did, and I did too
And everyday I cling to those words
Those intoxicating words
As I start to question, like I always do
I replay those words over in my head
As we grow further and further apart
As we start to avoid saying those words again
It makes me wonder
If we ever meant them
And I write
I furiously scribble words on paper
Words of emotion, frustration, and anger
Anger with you
Anger with myself
The words I write, they liberate
They make me feel
The written word creates a world of emotion
That spoken word never could
I live vicariously on pen and paper
As I sit cold,
And silent
Hanging on those last words.