Oct 2013
you've taught me
how to turn myself
inside out
and come home.
frozen blades of grass
brushing worn soles
cushioning the pathway
back to your house.
I passed out
and dreamt that familiar faces
swore for a world without me.
I believed them
unconsciously pouring out more tears.
broken nervous words.
I know the roads
that will take me to your street.
too terrified to walk
knowing that it's abandoned
leaving broken glass stuck in my feet.
I've laid here long enough
to realize the pain in my stomach.
Who are we to become so busy?
Who are we to forget?
Holding back
as lines start to blur
we forget who we were
with no answers on what to fix.
cold nights shake me.
"I'll stop believing in you
when you stop being real."
how to turn myself
inside out
and come home.
frozen blades of grass
brushing worn soles
cushioning the pathway
back to your house.
I passed out
and dreamt that familiar faces
swore for a world without me.
I believed them
unconsciously pouring out more tears.
broken nervous words.
I know the roads
that will take me to your street.
too terrified to walk
knowing that it's abandoned
leaving broken glass stuck in my feet.
I've laid here long enough
to realize the pain in my stomach.
Who are we to become so busy?
Who are we to forget?
Holding back
as lines start to blur
we forget who we were
with no answers on what to fix.
cold nights shake me.
"I'll stop believing in you
when you stop being real."
