You leave me and it feels like coming home because nothing important ever stays You leave me and I never did learn how to share because you wanted every single piece of me Except I have nothing left I want to give you
-I am sorry for lying about loving you but I don’t remember loving anyone
the cigarette smoke laden in the air threw the pattern seeking portion of my brain and i saw you as free as i had always thought of you without the hardships of this harsh reality it made me sad to think of you with how you were at the end but you're happy now, with hope
to the girl i once loved; thank you for everything you had done
for everything you had shown me;
but i had to move on, for this love was not for us, it wasnt meant to be those beautiful moments i will forever cherish; im learning to let go the anguish.
thankyou for adoring me, as i adored you,
so this is badly written but, as she has moved on i have learnt over these past months to move past the hurt, anger and stuff we went through and look at how she made me view life differently. for that, i thank her.
I wish that I could write happier poems. I wish that I could be a happier poet. I know my work is gloomy and I tend to repeat myself, I wish that I could make the reader smile instead of feel my pain. I really wish that I could write happier poems, but it’s just not in me.
I wish I could do so much more with these words. I wish I could be happier.
I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. But between waking and sleeping there's people you might forget. And I don't want to forget you. **** me all over when I do.
Swimming right through the grid. Just to find you back again since you hid. You were paddling along with me and pushing away hard cemented concrete. Uncovering old treasures that we lost on the street. Not too many, but we set them free so they can be anywhere. All the time like the dust you wear.
It's a little bit softer. But there must be a moment to let it all be over. And I don't want to really leave you. **** me all over when I do.
Floating right through the pit. Oh I needed it, I needed this hit. Let me fall into the endless sea. Without pushing the waves aways from me. Not too many, but we set them free so they can be anywhere. All the time like the dust you wear.
It's a lot lot clearer. A lot lot nearer. The end. I'm so much happier. In the end. Life is so much better now that I'm dead. Dreaming is much nicer when I'm not in bed.