#paramore
Oh no,
it happens every time.
History repeats itself
in so many variations,
and we’re trying–
not to get lost
in the lying.
So many faces,
vague yet familiar,
it’s a race to the bottom,
and we’re barely surviving.
There’s a ghost
in the town we used
to romanticize–
the shadow of a demon
we all tried to show
the light.
And he pointed
to the mirror–
to show us how
we’ve become
a shadow of ourselves,
a not-so-familiar guise
we’ve grown accustomed to,
just to give ourselves
a glimpse
of what it feels like
to be fake happy.
The past,
present,
and future
are connected–
and it’s all
going down
unless we
stop it
from happening.
We can put on
a facade,
but there are cracks
in the foundation.
History repeats itself,
in many variations.
I promise you–
we’re trying.
Oct 7, 2025
Oct 7, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
For all the air that’s in your lungs
For all the joy that is to come
For all the things that you’re alive to feel
Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
#11 | Heartbreak in Hatfield
We made passionate love during that one autumn night in Pretoria.
Our relationship had its flaws but we always got high off the euphoria.
Somehow the best part of me was always you, but you’re gone now and I’m always feeling blue.
It was a Friday night on April 1st, I guess I was a fool for falling for you and believing all you said was true.
You may have forgotten me ever since I’ve been away but I waited on you for too many days since February.
Why did you settle for a takeaway when you knew you would’ve had the world on a silver platter?
Now that you’ve left, I realised how you were right when you said that I deserve someone better.
But where is this “better” that you constantly spoke about days before you broke up with me?
I cannot seem to find it; I even went back to Hatfield several months ago to see if I had missed something.
I have been MIA on love ever since you’ve been away; I waited on you for too many days since February.
Or maybe it was May, but you don’t care and I don’t remember because maybe it doesn’t matter anyway.
Or anymore and lately I’ve been zoning out to Paramore and getting high off paper planes than ever before.
Somehow the best part of me was always you, but you’re gone now and I’m always feeling blue.
I guess I was a fool for falling for you and believing all you said was true.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
"Tell me how to feel about you now -
Let me know!
Do I suffocate or
Let You Go?"
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
And i would listen to paramore
to find those words i relate to
And i would turn the volume up
to numb the pain
The drums rock my mind
In tune with my heartbeat
As i scream out the lyrics
Those words i yearn to tell you
With the strums and guitar riffs
Which my heartstrings play out
I keep paramore on play
To express and numb it all more
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
"You think that i can't see what kind of man you are,
if you are a man at all."
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC