The crunching sound of glass under the sole of my shoe.
The gentle bend as the metal frames twisted unrecognisably.
Fragments littering the cement around me.
For what purpose did I need them.
Dread and edrenaline mix together.
Jumping at my own shadow.
Yet no longer having to look at the world.
No longer having to see it.
But still stuck inside it.
Standing behind the retina.
Behind the same distorted lenses.
I actually purposefully stepped on my glasses once. It was one of the worst days of my life, that I almost never talk about. I was depressed anxious and desperate to escape my life so without any thought or planning I ran out my house. Somewhere along the way my brain through it would be a brilliant idea of crush my glasses to pieces. Lets just say that by the end of that night i ended up in the hospital and i learnt what shame truly is.
*note - Myopia is the technical name for being short sighted*
you could’ve loved me but you didn’t and that kind of ******
i wish we could go back to when we were still possible
i’d rather be just friends with you than nothing
see, we only worked when the gravity wasn’t on
see, i could only love you from 5000 miles away
and we’ll always have the last city we trampled through
see, i loved you, on other continents and always at the wrong time
see, i’m not sure i loved you because now looking at you is like disconnect
and maybe i just wanted you because i felt so small,
without a hand to hold under
the heavy weight of history crushing in around us
see, you make me feel like i’m eleven again,
listening to “you belong with me” by taylor swift and wondering
is that what love’s really like?
not realizing that the girl in the video was wondering the same thing
so “if you’re wondering if i want you to;
i want you to, i want you to, i want you, dude, i always do.”
i can’t listen to weezer without thinking of you
i have this bad habit of tangling up the things i love with people i’m trying to,
i have this bad habit of ruining them that way
i want custody of our song back
i want you out of the baseline, hiding underneath the notes
— The End —