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JDM Sep 2014
https://soundcloud.com/nethersky/heart-on-my-sleeve

I wear my heart on my sleeve watch it bleed

So I reach for the sky
I'm so **** tired of the pain I'm feeling deep inside
Love me or we say goodbye

I'm doing the best I can every day
I can't seem to run fast enough
from this cloud that's following me
How can I let go?
I'm just a kid staring out the window
at the falling rain my broken heart on a lonely road
I got a letter and a pencil
I think your pretty and I miss you
I can't wait to hear your lovely voice on the telephone

(chorus)
How can love be so simple then suddenly it hits you
and you can't seem to breathe or stand on your own
You can shove or you can push through
you can even make an issue
if you don't hold onto love you can be left all alone

Love oh love won't you leave me alone
I feel you in my bloodstream
and your crushing every bone
what have you done to me
You're in my dreams
you're in my thoughts
and now you are a memory
So I reach for the sky
I'm so **** tired of the pain I'm feeling deep inside
Love me or we say goodbye

(chorus here)

I'm doing the best I can every day
I can't seem to run fast enough
from this cloud that's following me
How can I let go?
I'm just a kid staring out the window
at the falling rain my broken heart on a lonely road

(chorus here)
© JDMaraccini 2014

(*Listen to this song here*)
https://soundcloud.com/nethersky/heart-on-my-sleeve
Mia Kay James Nov 2016
Person #1:
My oddness correlates with your oddness, and it's the most unusual sense of 'home' that I've ever felt.
Because of it, I've found myself quite content when we are in the same room together.
Saying my 'heart skips a beat' when you talk to me sounds so cliché,
but it seems to be true.
I wish I could tell you this in a way that wouldn't make you unsettled,
but alas,
my anxiety tells me you'll be uncomfortable with it no matter how I say it, so
I'll just write it here for now.

Person # 2:
You are a work of art;
are you aware of that?
Your whole aura leaves me
perplexed yet intrigued.
Somehow you are the definition of grace, but in the most unhinged way.
When you look at me,
I feel as though I matter in the world, though your whole personality screams anathema.
You are just a work of art,
and someday I hope to understand every part of you.
Because we are not very close,
it seems odd to tell you this face-to-face. That is why these words will just stay here for the time being.

Person # 3:
My God,
where did we go?
Things were so lovely back in the day,
but everything crumpled before our eyes. When I used to look at you,
I saw hope and someone worth my time. Now when I see you,
I honestly become nauseous.
I am well aware that some of it is my fault- but it's my fault because
I didn't stand up for myself sooner.
Why did it take so long for me to see
how shallow your thoughts really are?
All you were was collateral damage,
and after all this time,
it still affects me,
and it sickens me how
petty I appear to myself.
I don't tell you this because we don't speak, and I'd like to keep it that way.
Speaking is difficult for me. Writing isn't.
Adellebee Jan 2016
I cant sleep,
Thoughts keep floating around my brain
Thoughts of you, mostly thoughts of how I am going to **** this up
Thoughts, of when you'll leave me

Everyone tells me this is a good thing,
Everyone tells me this is a good thing

But I cant help feeling this is the start of something terrible
Because if I fall, fall hard, for you
I'll have something to lose,
And that something would be you

— The End —