I'm so tired of reading signs as more than they are.
I don't think I will ever be able to fully comprehend the concept of "falling out of love" with someone because
every single person I've ever held on to has not only left me
but has also given me multiple-
and I say multiple
The way I spit apologies I don't mean out of my mouth

"Multiple"
reasons to leave..
•to abandon my safe haven
•to be evicted from a heart that I once called home
•to grieve a soul that isn't buried six feet under

And yet I'm up at midnight looking at the moon  
(God she's so beautiful)
Trying to make sense of the oxygen Im lacking in each moment as I try to breathe.

Maybe it's because my mother never forced religion on me
And that's why I'm biased when I say that the most beautiful girl in the world has not only broken me in half
but has deliberately lit a match in front my face and set my life on fire.
I don't know.
I guess I'm just tired of burning in solitary for people who will never be brave enough to melt in harmony with me.