We haven't talked in weeks
Which doesn't mean we're broken up, because you have to be going out with somebody
Before they can break up with you, but I still have the taste of your lips on mine
So what does that mean?
3 weeks ago, when I began this hiatus incommunicado
I told myself I would talk to you again when it wouldn't be about making myself bleed
And I waited for my scars to fade enough to hold a ****** normal conversation
I’m still waiting
I once told you how bad I can make myself
How I can get trapped in that train of thought that leads to razors and scars
I was shaking because I was so far into it
Losing feeling, warmth, and control over my limbs far too rapidly
I always get cold when it hurts like this
I'm so cold I can see my breath on an 80 degree perfect day
But I refuse to find warmth in other people again
See I do this thing, and I know I do
Where I find somebody with such good inside them
Find somebody whose soul is somehow just so ******* beautiful
And then I destroy that
Don't believe me?
Look at each of my ex-boyfriends and my far-too-close friends
Observe that haunted look in their eyes
I've ruined them
You don't see it but you are so good
And I refuse to destroy that
I'm ****** up
There are days when each breath feels like a car crash
Which is ironic because the last time I was in a car crash
I couldn't really breathe for a week
I am crushed metal and crushed lungs
And you should know enough to run
So we haven't talked in weeks
Let’s hope it lasts
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
We haven't talked in weeks
Which doesn't mean we're broken up, because you have to be going out with somebody
Before they can break up with you, but I still have the taste of your lips on mine
So what does that mean?
3 weeks ago, when I began this hiatus incommunicado
I told myself I would talk to you again when it wouldn't be about making myself bleed
And I waited for my scars to fade enough to hold a ****** normal conversation
I’m still waiting
I once told you how bad I can make myself
How I can get trapped in that train of thought that leads to razors and scars
I was shaking because I was so far into it
Losing feeling, warmth, and control over my limbs far too rapidly
I always get cold when it hurts like this
I'm so cold I can see my breath on an 80 degree perfect day
But I refuse to find warmth in other people again
See I do this thing, and I know I do
Where I find somebody with such good inside them
Find somebody whose soul is somehow just so ******* beautiful
And then I destroy that
Don't believe me?
Look at each of my ex-boyfriends and my far-too-close friends
Observe that haunted look in their eyes
I've ruined them
You don't see it but you are so good
And I refuse to destroy that
I'm ****** up
There are days when each breath feels like a car crash
Which is ironic because the last time I was in a car crash
I couldn't really breathe for a week
I am crushed metal and crushed lungs
And you should know enough to run
So we haven't talked in weeks
Let’s hope it lasts
written on one of those nights where you just HAVE to write to even have a chance at sleep
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