Yesterday I woke up without a heart
No worries, no pain
Somewhere beyond the lies

Yesterday I woke up with my future ahead of me
No delays, no denials
Somewhere beyond the highs

The past is in the past
Let it remain, the past
Therefore today,
I live for tomorrow

Perfect.
I was not
insecure, fragile, forgotten.
They said I was
confident, kind, happy.
I was not
my mistakes, my shortcomings.
They'd never forgive
the people who hurt me.
They were my friends.
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They were my friends,
the people who hurt me.
They'd never forgive
my mistakes, my shortcomings.
I was not
confident, kind, happy.
They said I was
insecure, fragile, forgotten.
I was not
perfect.

Woke up without my memories/thoughts dispersed, I'm scared/agitated

Woke up with you by my side/didn't know twas you

Didn't know twas true how I dreamt of having you there/but now I barely even know myself

Those who remember it thought we were perfect

Lost in my memories/lost without them I'm still

Not sure what to do/I should be lost without the love they claim we have, we had/but I don't remember, I may as well be dead, reborn, undead

Those who remember it thought it too good, unreal

And now my nightmare's caught up with me/I feel like I woke up in my bad dream, still dreaming I wake up how I slept

How could I forget a life so dreamy they say/I must have been playing hide not seek in my head, and now I can't figure out where my memories at

Yet I'm sure someplace within my mind, if it's any consolation/I'll always love you, even if I never remember

And maybe one day, maybe never, I will remember/and when such a day comes or not, please remind me never to forget again

My fatal fetallity

What is perfection
Imperfection
Like jigsaw pieces in all their puzzling glory
But when all fixed, there's satisfaction in breaking
Them up to try again.

It's you and me and our
Bags of deficiencies and imperfections
But when we come together it's like
A match and it's box
We light up

There's perfection in imperfection
The darkness needs light and light
It's darkness

Perfection is boring; perfection
Is imperfect.

religion should be about hope
not putting fear in other people's souls
should be about about peace
not about starting wars
about forgiveness
not about punishing innocent hearts

imagine all the people living life in peace

but how can one do this when bombs are thrown
instead of love
when moms cry
and children die
peace is impossible to be seen
when music dies and we hear only desperate hearts
praying
begging
wondering why.

we have different Gods and rules
our prayers sound different
our holy books are not the same
and
there are many sins in our souls
but
you're not God, nor am I
and none of us should play
the game of washing sins away
with spilled blood
and shed tears.

I think so much
About seasons
And night
And day

Like why
It's so hot out here
And cold where you are

And why
It's so dark up here
But the light is all I see below

But mostly why
You are all I feel
Yet you feel nothing