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Dec 2014
I fell asleep staring at my phone
Waiting for you
Hoping sometime you'd hear
My whispers that never existed
My mind caving in and my walls giving out
I'm waiting for you tonight
One more attempt at your hand
I miss being allowed to love you
When I get a chance I still lace in the words
Of my favourite songs and I'm waiting for you to notice.
I'm waiting for you in my dreams
I wonder if I've been waiting for you for too long,
Or if you've been waiting for me, too
But I won't ask, because somebody might answer
I won't ask because I might give up on you
I might stop thinking that every shadow on the wall is your silhouette
I might stop loving your beautiful ghost
I'm holding on to nothing because nothing is the most I've ever had
I'm waiting for you to tell me you love me, and if I wait forever, I don't care
Because I've fallen in love with the idea of holding your hand
You are not gone, you're just waiting in the shadows
One of these days, I'll get to see your face again,
Rounding the corner fast enough.
I remember all the days I wake up screaming, and hope that you can fix everything.
All the days you fade into vapour,
It makes rainbows as it passes by the light
So maybe something good is about to happen
I need to hear your voice somewhere other than my mind
Sometimes I feel like everything is tearing me apart
Sometimes I feel like the tears are made of acid,
Working the way that water can break glass
Or fingertips can crack chalk
I am sad tonight, and if sad means beautiful to you,
Then society has made a mistake.
When did we start describing blood as beautiful crimson?
I think today will be the first time that I've cried myself to sleep
Missing you
And fearing the dreams I haven't even had yet
This is really not complete, but I haven't posted in awhile so I thought I'd put it out there. Please comment :)
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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   Jamie King, Bloom and Styles
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