i gave you the power to break me by trusting you wouldn't.

they say you can't break what's already broken but you didn't break me you shattered me.
—g. l

the memory of you makes me weak
my bones ache for your touch again
i miss you; you're all i seek
can't we go back to the way we began?

the sight of you makes me weep
why do you keep appearing in my sleep
tonight I'll drown myself with you again
can't we go back to the way we began?
—g. l

you mean the world to me
cliché it may seem to be
but don't worry this isn't that same old poetry

maybe one day you wake up and realize this isn't the life you want to be living. like life is stopping all the things from happening.

maybe one day you wake up and think you aren't worthy. that no matter what you do you always end up weary.

maybe one day you feel like giving up, like the pain, the problems aint gonna stop. maybe one day you feel like you're not yourself, like an old book left on a shelf.

maybe one day you wake up and you feel like you don't matter, that every breath you take your broken pieces are even more broken—they're shattered.

maybe one day all the pain you burried inside suddenly come to you like waves. maybe one day, just one day, you'll feel lost. dont worry, you mean the world to me.

she always wanted to relinquish; but you were a tiny string she kept holding onto. never did she think she was enough for you; but you always made her feel so. she always cries herself to sleep; but you were right by her side.

she always says you deserve better; but you still think she is the best
—g.l

im drunk writing a poem for you
honesty rolling off my tongue and mind
as i speak and write about you.

im drunk writing a poem about you
everything's a blur, nothing is pellucid
but its clear—so clear, i love you.

im sober writing a poem about you
nothing has ever changed
i love you still.
—g.l

she loved science. she loved how it can explain things; how things work. she loved how it can explain love and finally she understood things—but you came. you came and she hated you. she hated how you make things complex and different. she hated you because she thought she understood everything but you made her confused. she hated you because you changed everything—but she loved you anyway
—g.l