I'm a fool.
Lost between something truly comfortable
and an old spark.
Why the FUCK do I do this shit?
This feeling of lost time,
Of constant yearning.
The result of a lifetime of unsatisfactory relationships; especially the one I have with myself.
That's the answer isn't it?
Nothing.
Just me, myself and I to figure it all out.
100% acknowledged.
*Yet my heart...
Could not yearn harder.*
It's defining... This constant pulse in my ears.
Makes me want to curl up and sleep it off...
No hangover in the morning,
No missed messages,
Nothing.
Just wash my makeup off,
And still think I'm beautiful.
Wait...