You go through girls like I go through books but you found it strange how I preferred how they smell over perfume
There were days where I gave you everything I had on a silver plate and there were days when this plate was nowhere to be found
I fell in love with you, I fell in love so hard it broke me
And ever since you left my heart has been beating differently
I don't sleep anymore and I have a constant lump in my throat growing like a tumor
I'm losing people like tree leaves on an autumn afternoon
I think I'm losing my mind as well
In my dreams, you were still gone
And I was searching for you in the dark with my eyes closed
There was no hope
There is no hope
With everyday that passes, I know I'll wake up and you will still be gone
I miss you so much my bones ache
I wonder how you managed to detach yourself from me like you were a garden and I was just a wilting flower
Nothing matters anymore
Not the books
Not the trees
Not the dreams
Ever since you were gone, I had to bite my tongue so hard I think it's cut off
Now the only thing I could do is write a hundred poems that belonged to the ocean and leave them at your door
Hoping one day, you'll taste my tears in them
And maybe, just maybe
You'll find your way back to me.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
You go through girls like I go through books but you found it strange how I preferred how they smell over perfume
There were days where I gave you everything I had on a silver plate and there were days when this plate was nowhere to be found
I fell in love with you, I fell in love so hard it broke me
And ever since you left my heart has been beating differently
I don't sleep anymore and I have a constant lump in my throat growing like a tumor
I'm losing people like tree leaves on an autumn afternoon
I think I'm losing my mind as well
In my dreams, you were still gone
And I was searching for you in the dark with my eyes closed
There was no hope
There is no hope
With everyday that passes, I know I'll wake up and you will still be gone
I miss you so much my bones ache
I wonder how you managed to detach yourself from me like you were a garden and I was just a wilting flower
Nothing matters anymore
Not the books
Not the trees
Not the dreams
Ever since you were gone, I had to bite my tongue so hard I think it's cut off
Now the only thing I could do is write a hundred poems that belonged to the ocean and leave them at your door
Hoping one day, you'll taste my tears in them
And maybe, just maybe
You'll find your way back to me.
