You aren't the end of an era And you aren't the sacrificial catalyst of a story You are the journey And no novel will compare to the story we will write
A signpost who clings just a little too hard
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You aren't the end of an era And you aren't the sacrificial catalyst of a story You are the journey And no novel will compare to the story we will write
A signpost who clings just a little too hard
The bright side is now dimmer The last purpose left is inner
A Lonely Signpost
I don’t want to have a partner, who I just happen to call [name of person] I want to know someone fully, completely, and unapologetically. I want to feel the razor sharp blades of their wonderfulness slice through every inhibition and wall I’ve built for myself with every syllable they speak. I want to be close with a person that when we’re apart, something feels wrong. I want to have that, and society just happens to call it a partnership
The look you gave me that night continues to fuel me to this day It was enough to silence a riot To topple a kingdom To cease the bickering of a crumbling marriage To lull to sleep any wild dog To hush a baby To make a grown man cry That look That damned look that you gave me that night Was somehow Enough To save me
A Nostalgic Signpost
I've found myself at an impass I'm stuck between feelings I'm between what's best what's good what's worth it what's important what's doable what I can even place hope in And God am I an indecisive person
Please. Please. For the love of God, please. Don’t let all those moments amount to nothing
A desperate signpost
Is it too much to ask for answers? Is it too much to ask why? Is it too much to ask the reason, That my world has gone awry?
A lost Signpost
We looked at each other, once upon a time, and thought to ourselves ‘This person could change my life forever. This person could make my life… forever.’ I refuse to believe that we were both wrong
A stubborn signpost