Should of started your good bye Right when you arrived Cause i wasn't ready Time wasn't steady You we're here a minute And gone the next Was that 20 minutes or a couple secs Or wait a minute I'm just a wreck When you're around time passes wack My eyes are fountains I want you back
It takes a long time to say bye to someone when you dont want to
I'm honestly better without you I hope this is the last poem I write about you I feel that I have wasted all of my words on you And I thought you were the only one who could make me truly happy But that's not true Because I met someone new So much better than you And I will not write about you anymore Because she is the one that I adore She is the one who deserves my words Not you
Today my heart beats sick with shame A million pieces I am reluctant to claim I am losing touch with the person I am Losing you and my life is a sham Please crave me more than drugs Craving you and your comforting hugs Your heartbeat sounds slow, far away and low I'm not ready for my crutch to go You have ways of drawing me in Witness devotion carved into my skin I bleed out lost time I wasted on you Love me how I always wanted, like I loved you
People have different ways of showing their affection
i feel weak everyday another piece of me folds in slowly im becoming the thing you never wanted to see im becoming to reach the point you hoped i would never
im the piece of paper in the bottom of your bag the one you needed you lost it and spent ages looking for it but by the time you found it it was torn to shreds it was no longer useful and you groaned and complained but then you got another and you were thankful that there were others to replace the one you forgot about until it was too late
but i couldn't forget i laid there in pieces wondering what happened you cared but you realized it got bad and then you realized it was too late and you moved onto the next person to care about until it was too late for them too.
Stinging morning coffee bliss acompanies the first cig of the day, It’s all downhill from here. Does normal thingsGoes to lecture Lunchtime sugar low. Self-destructive tendencies itching, Beer kick - gets drunk. Being constructive is crushing. Goes to lecure Mind numbing normality Home. Fearful of loneliness and needy, go waste some hours. Its late. Restless. Stoop on the street, with friends. Anxious, ill. Wasted night. Collapse into a shallow sleep of self-loathing. Zombied. Repeated offence.
An acurate describition of my daily university life. Evident is my dependency on drugs and my fear of being alone. Both loneliness and 'mind-numbing normality' are perceived as a threat. The title comes from the french word for daily life to accentuate the repetition and spiraling.