The wrong, as always, was the right for us, tainted trust stained with the blood of our previous victims; those whims of wondering what loving touch could feel like. It burnt us, softened us to smoke, that floated quiet out the door before dawn could break the news and break the illusion.
We were loners, Devoted to laying the stones of our own path, Never held back tangles of commitment. Without them we were untethered dreams that broke into reality and made ourselves the monarchs of our lowley, lonely kingdoms.
Look what those whims have done to our crowns; Rusty and bent they fall hapless on our heads as we stand before crowds of shadows cast by our egos.
There are no romances, no capes, Princes or heroes in this land of the leftovers. Only us The wrong adorned as right The deniers of the light of love (That weakness of giving in and giving all). How cold it all becomes when our dreams are big but hearts are empty.
He sleeps while I lay awake No news. I think this is the nature of boys. How many times have I lain awake while a boy I was ******* slept? Sometimes when you are faced with absurdity All you can do is sleep. I think I've made a terrible mistake but this isn't the first time I've felt this way. I am not to be trusted.
I don't think I've slept in nearly two years. Instead closing my eyes only in the merciful combination of desperation and design.
Last night he went to sleep at 12:03 I listened for his breaths to slow. I rubbed my feet together softly; In near panic. And didn't turn on Josh Ritter until 12:33.
Aside: Falling in love =/= being in love Life is all about lessons. Choices.
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 I never felt alone until I met you. 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
Not alone like this.
Do you dwell in this space also? Am I less alone in at least that much?
you can’t love someone like me someone so poisonous who will ruin everything good in your life you can’t love someone like me someone without remedy you can’t love someone who isn’t capable of loving . . .