I saw you post so I know you’re up-.-
Hate to bother you..
Could we talk?
I just feel kind of alone right now..
I know I’m the last person you want to talk to but I’m just missing you and I know you’re there I can see you I just was wondering if we can talk..
I hate when you leave like this it makes me so alone
Cmon you know I hate the darkness just come back
I’ll be better this time, I won’t cover up I’ll let you have all of me, touch my skin and leave your mark..
The moon makes me so sad..
The moon is when you’re not here and I hate it and I can see your bright light in my head but you’re gone..
Okay.. Goodnight for now then I’ll let you sleep because I really hate to be a bother!!
Pain behind my eyes
Pain in my chest
Not like knives
But a thin silver needle
Embroiders your name
On my heart
The pure evil
New love retrieval
Old pain upheaval
Tickle my toes
Don’t let it end like this
A slow fizzle
A spark that didn’t light
A faulty firework
We were supposed to be so climactic
I would’ve spent all my time climaxing with you
But not like this
You get distant
I get worried
You get bothered when I call
I get worried
The tone of your voice
"What? How am I acting different"
Playing ignorant beats admitting defeat
No it’s not that we couldn’t make things work
Or that things were just too hard
"So why did you end things?"
He just wasn’t that into it
The night before she was leaving quickly became the day
We stayed up for hours just talking
Getting mad at the world and
At our past selves
I’m gonna miss this attic bedroom
While she’s off having her adventures
I’ll be having mine
I do however look forward to the day
She gets back
And we go back
To draining the colour from the sky
As we drain pitcher
It’s like how I can look a picture of you
See your big bright wet lips
And remember just how soft they feel on mine
And even from a picture
A mere photograph
I can feel your missing from me
I see your smile on the screen and I can hear your silly laugh
That’s what it’s like
So I check for a poem
Unsure what to say
I wanna speak to you but can’t sum it up with
How do you follow the nights that we have
With a text or a poem
Cut my heart up in halves
Serve it like the oranges
Brought to kids games
And now I’m talking in similes
How fucking lame.
Could we find a possible cure?
Is it even possible?
Has anyone ever survived
Will I be okay?
Will you ever feel the same.
The air in my lungs
Let it out
Cuz the chill is
What it’s all about
I’ll go back to writing dope raps about
If it ain’t cool you could just pretend
If if ain’t cool touch the ice again
Blang Blang on my wrist be my homie then
Bang bang it’s a twist I’m alone again
All I care about is drugs, money, alcohol
And fine people
All the time I feel I’m lost but I can’t find people
Look you pushed me right back to where I started
Fuck the political my flows retarded