Words fall asleep on my tongue
Too tired to reach the edge of my lips
So they wake up and head back to my beating heart

I sit here hoping you don’t feel my silence
Because if you happen to be listening
Then I am afraid of what I might tell you

if you ever wonder
if it hurts to have to let you go
just remember that
i had to cut off my fingers
to **** the part of me
that was still holding on to you

I gave you
A piece of me
Under the impression
That you
Would put a piece of you
Back in its place.
But time and time again,
I am left wanting.
Empty
And alone
With nothing left
To give

i don't like change. i'd rather stand in the ocean, sinking my feet into the sand, cold water mixing with mushy sand - it seeping into the warm flesh of my being. i will never move from here. familiarity is what home is to me