A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene, with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied, though you forget
Different colours, different shades…
hear me twisting
the young stars into
a virgin dawn
as the birthing moon
collides the space
the crying distance
of amalgamated scarlet
and charcoal ember
is faded into lavender
by the midnight sky
so remember me
as the sun sends hearts
another drink of sunshine
kissing freckled flesh
for i’ll be twisting
the orphan stars
into a parvenu dawn
and i shall be reposing.
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time
Hoping for something else.
“And baby, honestly it’s harder breathing next to you, I shake.”
A million breaths were held in the company of hope
As the lack of oxygen is making the wind choke
Exhale now, I’ll pick up your pieces if you can pick mine
But don’t taste what you can’t have, don’t be asinine
All my worries are invisible like the writings on the wall
As I inhaled opalescent fog, I only found out about the catch as I fall
Between the lines of what you refuse to read, I’ll get what I need
I’ll learn to live without my lungs, I can’t afford the air that you breathe.
i’m holding on
too tight for comfort
the thoughts in my head
are deathless; immortal
they cannot be killed
by mere tylenol or advil
or even ativan alone
but maybe alcohol can
fucking drown them
or starving their bloodlust
will slowly pick them out
and if all else fails, then
maybe a bullet straight to
their hearts will do the trick.
Sometimes, things break. Sometimes I break them and I’m unable to fix them anymore. Sometimes I dream about the mistake that I’ve done for consecutive weeks at an end until I decide that a hundred sleepless nights is better than being forever plagued by fucking nightmares. Sometimes, people notice the madness I’ve become and tell me to simply let it go and move on with my life, like that would be magically effective somehow. Sometimes I listen. Most times I don’t. Sometimes I don’t say sorry even though I caused an irreparable amount of damage, and I always get blamed, which is only fair sometimes. Sometimes I promise that I’ll change and replace what I can, and clean up the mess that I made. But that never works out, somehow. Sometimes it hurts me to see what I’ve done, and sometimes it hurts other people too. I’m always fucking things up constantly, and some of these sometimes are gradually turning into an always. Though sometimes, in a very blue moon sometimes, I fight back and rise against it, defeating the odds and putting back what I broke, fixing what I can, saying my apologies, being the better man, going against myself and everything I’ve always been. And when that happens, sometimes I’m actually happy. Sometimes, I’m stupidly hopeful. And sometimes, I think that I’ll always be okay.
But I never am.
I don’t need constant reminding
These eyes aren’t merely smitten
I chewed off more than I’ve bitten
You never have to worry about a thing
For such limerence is imperishable, no
And you’re the only reason it doesn’t go.