It is 6 AM And the light of the morning spilling through the cracks of the blinds is a bittersweet reminder that yet another day has passed and I am still here. I can't help but think with each rising sun, that maybe, just maybe, I will be okay.
This was the first thought that I had when I woke up this morning so it's a little rough
Give me that sweet soul-******* blues, Where my heart drops, My mood drops, Quicker than a stone in a well of *****.
Wail out to me that poor county tune, With the man who lost everything, Save for his heartache and a guitar, Where he tells me of that bad juju.
Caress me with that sad ballad, Of that woman who you love unconditionally, Who can't give you what you need, Where you can't ever get back that piece of your heart, A piece that will forever be wilted and grey.
I'll drink it up, A sponge that is fit to absorb it, I'll do it all live long day, I live for it, Maybe it's a subtle masochism, To hold my own pains at bay.
Heart ache, invitation to communication breakdown I take, stakes it’s claim in vacated real estate; warms after winter with a shiver and shake.
Laying naked, awake, my eyes on the nape of your neck as you slept, every breath held the depth of a lake.
I stay; mouth, a maw agape- brain a cage no animal escapes. All these words in mind, I still can’t find the right way to say... can’t we just lay around another day? I know you can’t stay but I won’t let the memories fade and I would trade all the sun for the shade if only one more night were made.
This one is a repost from a few years ago... didnt write it about anyone or anytime in particular, more just a general feeling... wasnt sure if i liked it when id initially written it, but nowadays it's taken on a whole new meaning
Some days feel my strength returning Have hope I will be happy once more But other days harder than ever Heartache rippling through my core Memories my bittersweet escape Just wish things could be how they were before...
sometimes my hardest nights are my best ones. the nights where i am lonely, but not alone the nights where i stare up at the sky and see all those stars and i realize that the world is so infinite the nights that remind me that we are all just trying our best and we all feel like strangers in our own bodies sometimes and that despite how much we try to convince ourselves otherwise, things will be okay
Beautiful on touch, sight and scent, yet can pierce your skin and bleed you out. That is love, the beauty of it is worth the pain, Just like a bittersweet chocolate, sweet, yet bitter, but you just can't stop.