Words. Words on paper.
Drawing it out.
What is it to be happy?
What is it to lose?
Why do we fight?
All I have ever wanted was to be close
To someone
To anything
Each time I get a little closer
It gets so much harder. I once dreamt of life.
Endless possibilities, like shards of a broken mirror, they stare at me.
Asking the same questions, giving different answers
I know this is the way it was supposed to end.
It was nice to dream, for a while.
It was nice to pretend, no more.
I loved her with everything, it wasn't enough.
I let her go, hoping she would find herself.
But I cant stand it, I can't take the lottery.
A pale image of what we once were.
It was nice to dream.
I held on as long as I could, through the fire and blames, the best and worst.
I'm going to have to start living.
For myself, by myself.
Years of searching gone to waste.
I thought it all lead here.
Maybe it did, the story isn't over.
All I ever wanted was to be close.
To someone, to anything.
Have I ever deserved it? Earned it?
It was nice to dream.
Sometimes its easier to find something new than fix something broken.
But I was never looking for easy.
Or was I?
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
Words. Words on paper.
Drawing it out.
What is it to be happy?
What is it to lose?
Why do we fight?
All I have ever wanted was to be close
To someone
To anything
Each time I get a little closer
It gets so much harder. I once dreamt of life.
Endless possibilities, like shards of a broken mirror, they stare at me.
Asking the same questions, giving different answers
I know this is the way it was supposed to end.
It was nice to dream, for a while.
It was nice to pretend, no more.
I loved her with everything, it wasn't enough.
I let her go, hoping she would find herself.
But I cant stand it, I can't take the lottery.
A pale image of what we once were.
It was nice to dream.
I held on as long as I could, through the fire and blames, the best and worst.
I'm going to have to start living.
For myself, by myself.
Years of searching gone to waste.
I thought it all lead here.
Maybe it did, the story isn't over.
All I ever wanted was to be close.
To someone, to anything.
Have I ever deserved it? Earned it?
It was nice to dream.
Sometimes its easier to find something new than fix something broken.
But I was never looking for easy.
Or was I?