Decay.
the feeling left my emotions in a form of decay,
the feeling that i felt when i asked you to stay
you looked at me with a dead face
and all i feel now is that this is a dead place
how can i feel so empty
when i thought every measurement of your atoms
made me want to grab each of every one of your insecurities and splat em
i dont want another stranger to meet
because my distrust comes in waves since the day you proved you were a cheat
that state of decay was so lame
it just left me with a person to blame
my personal nirvana should be near
and maybe then ill drop this beer
but meeting someone new?
i may continue my mischief, but i promise i wont spark another spliff
i dont want a temporary solution to the empty side of my bed,
why cant you give me monogamous love instead?
i want these feelings to end
i dont want my depression to join the millennial trends
i dont mean to GOAT but i need insomnia to loosen its wholesome grip on my throat
but its immutable
i cant find a love thats suitable
sex was certainly my hex, because all it left me with is regret
dont put me to the test just to throw me into the streets with the rest
i’ve had too many sleepless nights
3 years ago you chose to take your final bow, and find love within the arms of another instead of this heart of mine
i hold no grudges, i think thats fine
but theres 8 billion people out here
everyone just wants to fuck,
its no wonder finding love has to come with good luck
i think we all feel like shit
regardless of my story
society has me yawning
i think society is boring
whats so wrong about waking up next to you every morning?
i belong to emotional inception
i save my breaths, before i speak the words
‘’you were my obsession’’
‘’you were my protection’’
‘‘i just feel rejected’‘
‘‘i dont feel protected’’
instead i was sectioned and injected
because i couldn’t get over you
you linger in my dreams
you’re my 3am meme
you fill me with dopamine
you’re the feeling in my gut
you’re the sacred blood,
coming out of my cuts
my emotions are too intense?
love is priceless my dear,
and you left for a few extra pence...
now im stuck here
in some sort of past tense
you broke in, and stole the crown jewel of my emotions
and gave somebody you met within a week to your ‘’lovers’’ promotion.
-Paganmoonlight