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3.1k · Nov 2016
Don't let me go
Rosh Nov 2016
When I can't recognise who I am
When I can no longer keep up the show
and I break down in my pretence,
Don't let me go.

When I push you away
And tell you I don't need you anymore
Show me your anger
But don't let me go.

I'll scream out my silence
And peak when I'm low
But when I'm in my ditch
Don't let me go

I'll say I love the height
But I'm afraid to look below
Don't let me take the fall
Don't let me go.

When I don't know my own mind
And make my lies come true
I know the one thing I'll do
Is hold on to you

Maybe it's a lot to ask for
Maybe I'm overstepping here
But just believe in me
When things aren't that clear

I'm sorry for the words I said
Your hurt is their echo
But I hope and hope that through everything
You won't let me go.
629 · May 2016
A Million Hidden Sanctities
Rosh May 2016
Inside each one of us,
under the buried lies,
are a million hidden truths
And an unsung sacrifice.

The sacrifice to keep it all within,
the sacrifice much mocked.
But I fail to see the issue
With keeping it all locked.

It's safe and sound inside
with no one else to see
and no one else to judge,
My million hidden sanctities.

Why tell the world your secret
when it's only going to spread
and ****** away that little truth
that last bit of thread.

So, yes it's a façade,
and I have a million layers of complexities.
But in the end I'll find comfort
in my million hidden sanctities.
556 · Apr 2016
Cheers
Rosh Apr 2016
Cheers

Look where we are now
Heads bowed down
And eyes away
From glances that meant everything
And smiles that stayed

Look where you've brought us
To strangeness within
and with each other
And I know you well enough
To know you won't bother

But  I know you too well
To not know that you hate the feel
Of The sound of this silence
That's come in between

There's nothing else that can be done
Your words won't fix what's no longer there
But for something that's nothing
There's a lot hanging in the air

They're not words of anger
Or apology or hate or of choice
They're just words, however hollow
Because it's not the words, it's your voice

Just your voice to say
How you've been and how you've missed me
And wonder how we let go of something
Of such indisputable beauty

But this doesn't mean that it's going to be okay
This doesn't mean that our ending was just a
Break
This means that you and I,
Are just as hard to forget as we were to make

But funnily enough, something I thought so pure
Ended corrupt, and *****, messy
You put me on a high pedestal
And brought me down in a jiffy

You know, you did pull me down
But to a ground I needed to see
And look up and see that high horse
Was barely even reality.

So Cheers to the moments I felt were true
Cheers to the lost times that were yet to come
Cheers to the weak friends we were
Cheers to the strangers we've become
552 · Apr 2016
Rain
Rosh Apr 2016
It's raining
And somehow the rain always brings me to you
The chaotic way it falls on the roof
And the calm way it falls on me

I don't think of you because you're the same as it
I think of you because you're not
You don't wash away a part of me
Neither do you envelop me into who you are

Instead you pull all pieces of me together
You turn my scars to tattoos
You let me be my own puzzle piece
That fits with yours

You're not the rain, you aren't
You don't hide the sun and conquer
Instead you lay down with me
And let our skins get sunburnt

You aren't the rain.
You're everything, instead.
462 · Apr 2017
Maybe its time
Rosh Apr 2017
We've been a great story
A dramatic romantic comedy I'd say
There's been stolen kisses and long hugs
And some abysmal turbulence along the way

The only thing that kept us going
Was us trying to keep our sinking ship ashore
But don't you think it's been too long
Maybe it's time to not try anymore?

Maybe it's time we let go
And accept that this time we can't survive
We had a beautiful friendship
But it's always an explosion when two intensities collide

It's too much of a push and pull game
It's too much of myself I give away
It's too little of consistency
And too much time spent in dismay

You talk to me when it's convenient
I'm too much for you, you said
So I reduced myself to fit your dimensions
But I can't lose myself instead

So maybe we should just let it be this time
I'm too tired to try for us, and for you
So maybe it's time we don't try at all
Maybe it's time we actually see this through.
334 · Nov 2016
Chronic
Rosh Nov 2016
You know that little voice?
That tells you that you can't make it
It never goes away I'm afraid
It's like a disease, it's chronic

But then it meets ambition
Acute, stinging ambition
And for a while it seems that voice
Found a nice prevention

But it's just muffled that's all,
The voice never goes away
Haven't you heard from the doctors?
Chronic things stay

The voice you can deal with
It's in your head, so you pretend
Ignore it, walk ahead
And smile at its familiarity in the end

But the problem comes when a person
Becomes chronic for you
You'll never be without him
But never enough with to make do

So maybe it will be a long while
Maybe you'll almost give it away
But haven't you heard no matter what?
Chronic things stay
293 · Apr 2016
Change
Rosh Apr 2016
A lot changed the past year
And a lot has remained the same
It's a new circumstance
But the same blame

You're you, and I'm me
But we're strangers, don't you see?

Our reflections have changed
But we're still walking down that street
With a song on our lips
And a smile on our cheeks

Yes realities changed
And pretences built
And we don't share the same smiles
They're masked by guilt

So yes maybe I won't talk to you as often
And maybe you'll leave a thousand things unsaid
And maybe you won't be there tomorrow
But you'll always be in the life I lead.
277 · Dec 2016
In the ways I could not
Rosh Dec 2016
talk to him when he’s down
he hates to admit that he is
make him laugh when he doesn’t want to
you wouldn’t want to give that smile a miss

remind him he’s being silly
when his “space” gets to his head
but in a way he thinks its his own idea
or he’ll ignore you instead

On most days, if i’m not wrong  
he’ll want to leave everything on a whim
thats when you’ll give him a hug
and tell him you believe in him

but everyday, i assure you
he’ll be able to make you smile
sometimes even one small conversation
makes your day worth the while

and he wont know how to say how he feels
he probably doesn’t even know it himself
but what he’s thinking reeks out
in every word he says

i cant be there for him
i cant love him the way he deserves to be
i’d hate anyone who hurt him
i just wish that person wasn’t me.

love him everyday, he deserves it
and make him laugh a lot
he deserves the world really,
so love him in the ways i could not.
269 · Aug 2016
Yours, Truly
Rosh Aug 2016
You’ve tried your best
To tame the demons I host
So that I fit the version of me
That you love the most

And I understand why.
The reason is not worth shame
You want to love me
But only if I fit the frame

I’m not the girl who
Would let you control her
I’m not the girl who
Would forget everyone else in a spur

Now you say I never cared
That I’m throwing away what we’ve got
But why don’t you understand that
I cant be someone I’m not

But the past is the past
And there no point opening closed doors
I was never yours to own
But I was always yours.
265 · Oct 2016
Bottle up
Rosh Oct 2016
Bottle up bottle up
You think you're being strong
Keeping all that in your head
You're just doing yourself wrong

Yes it makes you feel strong at first
To be alone without interrupt
But you're not alone with your thoughts
When you bottle up, bottle up

You're young and only human
Maybe that's why you go about with your strut
To collect your little bottles
With endless bottoms to fill up

But don't you see they aren't endless
If they were why else would you need so many
That you collect and drag with your shoulders
The bottles which are way too heavy

Sooner or later you'll drop them
One by one with a frown
There'll be shattered glass by your feet
As your bottles fall down

Even if some days are worse than ever
And the days you just can't turn around
I'll be there as a lid
Bottle up, or bottle down

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