I cling onto this ribbon
Hoping it can hold my life together.
And you just cut it in two.

They all miss the pothole,

While I'm much too busy wondering how I got stuck in it to begin with.

I never understood how I ended up here,
And that they never did.

How they found the way around,
And I never found the way out.

It was snowing that day cold and damp
As she sat longing for some sun.
The days passed much like the snowflakes, no one looking like the other.
Simply fleeting by, trailing along with the wind.
The bench which she sat on was her only place of solace.
A place where she could get away- to clear her mind,
But there's a blizzard in her mind as well, covering all of her precious thoughts.
She fights through the storm, but sometimes it's too much to handle,
So she gets up and starts to walk, feet sloshing in the snow as she goes
Slowly walking back to the same life she can't break free from
Because there's always a blizzard on her mind.
She longs for her life to be as free as the snowflakes passing by her,
But the flurries just don't come that often,
**And her solace can only be found on a bench.

Loving you is like sitting in a comfortable chair.
I know that you are nice to be with,
But I know you have known so many others before me.

Think of a time where
You were blissfully happy.
I will take you there.

Internal affairs of
Conflict and resolution
Rarely ever assume
Internal happiness.

The mind allows
Sanctuary to the
Starving thoughts
That so desperately
Hope to achieve total
Control through
Never ending savagery
And pestering pessimism.

They told me to listen to the raindrops,
And how they beat pitter-patter on the rooftops.
But there is no rooftop on this broken home.
And rain doesn’t “pitter-patter” over it,
It drowns it out.
And now, submerged under water,
I cannot hear anything.
Except the pitter-patter of my heart,
As I’m looking at you.
We’re here, dancing and drowning in the raindrops.
And now, the only pitter-patter we hear is our feet on the floor of this ocean house.
The waves carrying us in any direction in sees fit.
And now, when they tell us to listen to the raindrops,
We won’t be able to hear them.
Because we are now the raindrops.
Pitter-patter.

Our observable universe
Expands 93 billion light years
Filled with over a sextillion of stars,

Yet you don't see any stars in my eyes,
And you keep asking me to go
Outside of your observable universe.