stop telling me that this is just a phase stop telling me that you will change stop telling me that you need me stop telling me to stop overthinking stop breaking my heart stop crushing my trust stop trying to change my mind stop trying to include me when you know you don't want to stop acting like its such a hassle to be my friend stop acting like our relationship is the same stop making me cry stop making me jealous stop giving me false hope stop telling me that ill be fine stop getting me stuff and saying "all fixed" i don't even want that stuff i want you to care i want you to listen i want you to love me again i want you to break your habits i want you to tell me that you're sorry i want you to come to me crying saying that you messed up i want you to promise me that you would never hurt me like this again i want. i want. i want. i never receive but i stay because im not selfish i stay because you were once worth it and i hope you can be again i stay because you used to be my happiness i stay in hopes that you can be again i stay because i loved the person you were sometimes i wonder why i stay i ask myself why i put myself in so much pain then i realize i stay because i know you're going through so much right now i stay because if i left you would break if i left it would get worse if i left you would be lost and so i stay not for me, but for you
To dare is to touch, touch the hallucination of your presence. My reverie doesn’t do justice, to your eyes under a blithe twilight. My hands run through the air silhouette, collecting wishes of you in my palms. They come in handy when writing poems of our love. I cut through the illusion, afraid, I will let you deceive my heart.
A bone in my collar curls up, your scent tickles my skin. Catching up with puzzled eyes, I try to unravel this time, this moment, this love that sends me chills.
Why do I smell you here? In my basement? I barely heard you unlock. Sweat trickles down in confusion, disclosing the hard-held anxiety. I am surprised, startled at how weak the air could get. Almost failing to help me breathe.
I leave my corner, swaying feebly to the restricted music in my head. Tapping and twirling into a gamble, into a bet to lose my sanity.
I let you play me. Let your scent grow on me. Falling lightly into your notes, I almost dare you to love me, to love me like I am a home.
If i could write the world a song it would start with a drop all pray for it never to stop the people would join in on the melody, they would all belong every word that was uttered would make you fall in love no one would be waiting for heaven above
there would be no insecurity, no violence, no doubt
There would be nothing you were living without it would make you start wanting to live for today and let you get over the fears of yesterday
when the song would end the world would stop it would no longer feel like a ticking clock the birds would still sing and the wind would still blow why the song ended no one would know
but from that day on goodness would flow through the wounds of the people, the world used to know this song would show how its ok to fail but if you keep on singing you'll surely prevail
so don't stop singing my wondrous song because believe it or not you DO BELONG