We never go too far apart,
We're never too far from love.
Whether I'm across the country,
Or you're right next to me,
We're never too far to love.
When we grow old,
It's my heart that will drag me out of bed,
Chasing after you.

the words are truly beautiful at first,
and you hang on to them like they are trees,
but reading these letters is like a curse
because they just float away in the breeze.
and once you get ****** in, you cant get out.
the pretty words keep coming all the time
it is suffocating and you can’t shout
because how can you die from simple rhymes?
it is not the art, it is the writer
they know that the words put you in a trance,
because we are all relentless fighters
we are simply better than song and dance.
but there is one thing and you must know it
do not ever fall in love with a poet.

How do you come to hate,
The ones you loved?
You don't.
They tend to turn on you,
Either that,
Or they weren't real at all.
I forsake any shard of regret I had,
From leaving you,
I regret any feeling I had,
From loving you.
If anyone lost here,
It was you.
Because you'll fall back into emptiness,
Trying to replace it with people,
But I, I will not.
I'll continue to cradle my own light,
Which you came so close to taking.
I'm done sacrificing pieces of me,
In order to receive nothing.

please
let me in
let me in!!
i am not ready to let this end
i am ready to make amends
i want us to be friends

please come back
please come home
because i don’t know where to go

i cannot hold onto your doorframe for much longer
i cannot pound to the rhythm of my own heart
following my own drums

but you are home
but i am not
let me in
let me in!!
my whole being is spread paper thin

my mind is spread through the ashes of us
echoes of someone i used to trust
and you used to trust me too
i need someone else to let me in
so i can become whole again and move on from you

i quit my whistling
it is not what i imagined it to be
it is not a pleasant thing
i wish it was able to reflect me

but my whistling remind me of the trains
the choo choo
the things that lost me so long ago
i used to walk to and fro

but now i stand on solid ground
and that is why i hate my whistling
because even if it is broken

it still makes a sound

everyone adores the fallen woman
perched upon her tree
she would not stop for any man
because no man would let her be

necklace of rope adorns her neck
her hair flowing in the gentle breeze
i wonder if anyone was able to check
if she still had my keys

she locked away my heart long ago
i was fine with it until now
but my fallen woman always echos
and i simply don’t know how