You promised me the last time
was the last time
but here we are again
stitching my heart back together
threading myself through
with hollow promises
feeding myself self-help lines
"Everything will be okay"
"You are better off this way"
It doesn't make the ache
drain from my chest any faster
but I will smile anyway
smile like I always have
It's the only way I ever learned
how to make it through
because when the world
around me is so loud
the only thing I can quiet
are my own words
so I swallow them down again
they never taste any better
on the way back down
but the bitterness of my own words
are still sweeter than the feeling
of heartbreak
but here we are again
stitching pieces together
hoping this time really is the last time

Broken Light,
  shattered nights,
My blight with which I dance and weave.

To and fro,
   my wonderlust flows.
My fascination with the fight.


The shortest distance between peace and I,

Is through Hell.

~Robert van Lingen

In a new place now
One last chance to start over
Breathe deep, you got this

Once Again
I am left here waiting
Wondering
If you will come home
Feeling helpless
Thinking she's touching you
Feeling tears swell in my eyes
I want you with me
But each moment you're with me
I feel your ultimate wrath
I want to escape
But each time I try
Your sweet nothings hush me to
My brass cage
I can't do this
I won't do this
I will leave you
I won't get hurt again

Why should I love
To get my heart broken again
To have more wasted days in bed
To text you and be left on read
To feel the hole in my heart
To sit in dark rooms and cut
Why should I love again
if all it brings is
Pain