As I lay, my eyes wide awake,my heart feels dry,all the love it thought it contained,seems too volatile to be felt,my lips feel dry too,it's been so long since you touched them,and made them your own.There was a love,I thought it could conquer all,all the chaos of the past,all the fear of the future,all the perils of our faulty being,it would tie us together,in a bond so pure,we wouldn't need anything else,but love does run dry,and it is about time.
Trying to fill a void,trying to be ok,I dunno what life has in store,I'm trying to not stay broken,darkness surrounds me,and haunts me at night,disturbed are my thoughts,and so is my sight,but I will be stronger,and I will be my own light
Bear witness to the thoughtsthat my broken mind constructs,the words it sometimes meansand many more that are stuck.Bear witness to my feelings,that I so deeply feel for you,how strong they can beand still fragility they seek.Bear witness to the me,the version I am right now,and hold me close in your embracebefore this me is lost.
I'm hanging on to every word,reading, re-reading the messageswaiting for another onea ray of hope, a silver lining,I don't even know what to expectI'm closing downShutting off
I .... ...
In the dark rooms of my soulyou entered like a spark of lightand my oxygen wanted to let you burnif felt warm and nice for the first timedecades of loneliness starting to churnhope is a dangerous thing indeedcause it brings in it's wake disappointmentsand just when I thought I had found eternitythe walls collapsed and the lights were out.
We walked away,drowning in our miseries,all the love that faded away,as the sun set,leaving darkness everywhere.My heart stopped,as it knew you were gone,but life couldn'tand now I don't know who I am
Let it go
There's a pit in my stomach,a hole in my heart,clouds on my judgement,a smile on the scar.I dream of drowningin what once used to look so beautiful,I dream that I could save myself,but then I just let it go.
Every breath feels like a struggle,every dream a mythhope seems someone I've never methappiness a foreign hue.Everything is dull and darkeverything malignheaving sighs pretentious smiles,that sums up my life
I am a really selfish poet,if you'd call me one,I only write when I'm really sad,cause it helps me,cause I need to,when I feel a hole in my heartand I open Mirakeeand I just write my heart away.I dunno how I developed this habit,I often feel guilty and try to write on normal daysbut in vain.I haven't written in a long timebecause I was surprisingly happyeven when I was sad,even when times were rough,a part of me was always happy. I think that part has lived it's lifeand life is coming back in circlesand I am standing in the middle,holding on to everything I have lefta prayer on my lipsfor things to get better.
I have not died, obviously,but I've heard that before people die,all the good memoriespass before their eyes in flashbackand I think I would more than agreecause the same thing happens when emotions dieall the beautiful memoriesthat you have always been holding on toso dearly, so close to your heart,you see them one last time,before letting them go. You just want to live that moment so badonce again before everything changesthat you don't know any betterand like an adult holding onto his favorite childbecause he knows the best days of his life are goneyou hold on, one last timethe emotions and memories in full effectthe final flashbackbefore death.