Sep 2015
It's an invite to something toxic
The situation, not the invitation.
It's heart felt, seeds and bleeds,
It's a combination of fear and beer.
Sadness and hope.
Emotions made of thin rope.
Did I read it?
Did I feel it?
I saw you typing it.
You're on your pillow
Tears in your eyes.
Knowing I'll read it on the other side.
I want to wipe them away
I want to take you away
But I must back away
The situation, not the invitation.
It's heart felt, seeds and bleeds,
It's a combination of fear and beer.
Sadness and hope.
Emotions made of thin rope.
Did I read it?
Did I feel it?
I saw you typing it.
You're on your pillow
Tears in your eyes.
Knowing I'll read it on the other side.
I want to wipe them away
I want to take you away
But I must back away
I saw your snapchat.
I wanted to text you, but we don't do that anymore. You asked if anyone was up. I'm anyone. I'm someone. But I didn't text. Didn't message. Didn't lend an ear.
I will send you that text in 5 years. Whenever we're a little older. More ready to make it work. So long as you want it to.
I wanted to text you, but we don't do that anymore. You asked if anyone was up. I'm anyone. I'm someone. But I didn't text. Didn't message. Didn't lend an ear.
I will send you that text in 5 years. Whenever we're a little older. More ready to make it work. So long as you want it to.
