The last few years have proven difficult and tiresome. I'm fucking exhausted at a soul level. I don't know if any amount of naps would ever take this away, but I'll keep trying.
I’ll Win You Over, Make You My Own
How does it all come rushing back like it never stopped? How do I feel consumed by the desire to message you? And talk to you? And taste you on my lips so sweetly. I want to get stuck on the couch because you fell asleep laying across my lap.
Man, You Should Try To Take A Shot, Can't You See My Walls Are Crumbling?
I miss you
I know I shouldn't
I messaged you
Then I turned and ran
The Emptiness is Just a Lesson in Canvases
I use these fancy words to avoid having to confront the lump in my throat, the race in my chest, the flood in my eyes. Avoiding accepting you’ve left, and that part of my life has past… leaves me breathless and stuttering my words. I hide behind the prose as if it will protect me from the loss I cannot undo.
Sometimes Time Doesn't Heal A Thing
It’s deceiving,
Please believe me,
This is no man’s way to cry.
Traveled Down A Road And Back Again
It was one of the worst emotional drops on the mental rollercoaster since I had to put Boodah to sleep. I felt sorry for myself. And pity. And shame. And regret. And Sorrow.
But I also felt happiness. I felt hope.
Why wait around for someone who doesn’t feel the immediate need to be with you?