Let the wind take me like smoke
And every other over used metaphor
You’re a bore
No I am
I don’t know where I stand
Where we stand
We used to hold hands
Not anymore.
I’m in the bathroom hiding
Biding our time
Lets rewind
You’re always on my mind
Its inevitable that I’ll fall into my old ways
I’ll start littering again
And slithering around with suburban ****.
I haven’t become anything.
I’m just coming undone.
C.m.
8.3.14
I really honestly love this particular one. It's also from conspire--inspire.tumblr.com but it just holds so true to so many interactions I have had with people that eventually and inevitably end. This causes me to dramatically and cynically wonder if anything, including myself, will ever change.