Aug 29, 2014
Sooner or later you'll wakeup and he won't be the first thing on your mind anynore, Now I wake up and you're not the first thing I think about anymore.
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Sooner or later you'll wakeup and he won't be the first thing on your mind anynore, Now I wake up and you're not the first thing I think about anymore.
Not so special to you anymore -Six word poem
In the spur of my sadness, my breath quickens, and everything feels like its moving real slow, and its taking too long for me to take in a breath. I feel like im loosing air quick. and in that spur I only thought about one thing, and it wasnt breathing.
In the moment of silence as you're about to drag yourself up You fall, and stumble upon something unreal. What is this thing that is slowly consuming every single part of me within seconds What is this thing that I am slowly falling into This thing that I am loosing myself in What is this What is it Is this it
I’m a little shaken. So does that mean I’m pretty shocked? You hit me once more, obviously you’re a little metaphore. I fucking hate metaphores. So shouldn’t I hate you too? I don’t hate you too. I don’t hate you too. This time when you hit me once more, I’m not just going to fall, and lay there I’ll get up, and I’ll hit back. With love, and this is always.
How does one give away their heart without wanting something back? How do they give something so precious away? Something that keeps them living, just handed to someone so easily without even a question? How does one ask for their heart back when they do not think that the person that holds it is a great care taker anymore? How do they place it back into the hollow space again? How did they live without it in the first place?
Just like that I allowed myself to fully wrap my hands around your body, and let you in, and let you in, and let you know. I let you know, my heavy head, my smell, my anchored heart, and my cold flesh. Just like that I was dead, and alive.
It seemed as if I was erased from his memories all together Or cut away, And those memories seemed to have been pasted into my head, Flowing, in a loop.