You're making progress that no one notices maybe even yourself and you never let anyone see your darkest moments. You've been silently winning battles and transforming yourself and I'm proud of the person you're fighting to become. Keep going you got this!
I'll always think of you in May, June, and July. Our love was hot, wild and free, but just like Summers end so did your feelings for me.
Thats what people wanted lies, Hell thats what I needed lies to get me through the day, like my mind wasn't slipping away slowly and I could still think straight once again.
When I spoke of you it was always terms of kindness, those words you didn't deserve. I always saw the best in you, I just wish you could see it for yourself.
People are fucking poison. There I said. God damn human race. I see humanity,but no humans. We're all fucked.
Have you ever experienced the look? The look of seeing someone for the last time and the goodbyes in their eyes? I know that look all too well. I'm way too good at goodbyes.
Lately I've been feeling more hollow, looking for any void to fill me whether it be drugs or alcohol, nothing ever worked and the emptiness only let me escape for awhile until my demons would consume me at night just like my thoughts.
How inadequate one person can make you feel. It's giving all you have, but realizing you'll never be enough for them. Ever
And as I got older I learned my darkness was a gift. My pain would sometimes be too much to bear, but it was mine and I wore that shit like a medal. Scars and fucked up pieces of me would shine through constantly.
As the full moon would rise, I saw demons in your eyes. Something about that brightness no longer could you hide.
I've felt the old me slipping away more often than none. The old me was gone and the new me was trying to find his way in this world. Alot Less naive and full of fuck you's
And out of my darkness, I hope one day flowers may bloom. At this point I can feel myself becoming colder and my heart beating slower. My time is coming to an end.
I've gotten to the point where there is no point in the what if's or the what could've happened. We make decisions in life and that's just how it goes. We're all going with the flow and learning things as we go.
It seems like I am always looking for you in every place I go. The past still lingers and your ghost haunts my thoughts of what could have been.
So pour me that drink.
Make it strong and stiff.
Make me forget about it all
who I am just for just a little bit.
I hope you think about me.
I think of you still.
The way you made me feel was an indescribable feeling of heaven & hell all in one little touch.
Like I was dancing with the devil.
But I saw heaven in your eyes.
Such a head rush whenever I'm with you.
Oh the intricacies of love are a crazy web we weave like a spider catching prey we're helpless until fate meets..
And that's the thing about lovers, they can make you feel like you're on top of the world and the next like you don't even exist.
I used to think I knew you, but you were a whole different world and I was like Columbus still finding my way believing the earth was flat. Oh how naive I was.
Lately I've been accustomed to the leaving. Everything seems temporary to me and no one is ever here to stay. And I can't remember what it's like to find meaning in anything..
You were my brown eyed girl in the summer time heat. Fireworks would explode every time our eyes would meet, but just like fireworks our love faded away like those sunny days by the riverside.
And the more I tried to be optimistic, the more the pessimist in me showed. For the world wasn't sunshine and rainbows and my heart was dark and cold.
I know you. You wear tons of makeup to cover up that pretty face.
I know you, and all that you want is a soft touch and warm embrace.
I know you, because you can't let go of past mistakes and your heart is heavy from pain that can't be erased.
I know you all to well.
She was that shot of whiskey in my glass when I should've just closed my tab.
She never made me think clearly,but that shot of ecstasy would always be the death of me.. be the death of me.
I had to learn to let you go because your memory would haunt me. And some nights were better than others I could still feel your touch and hear your voice.
But letting go is something we all should do and when we finally do we're free.
Her lips were like red wine and all I could think about was getting drunk off that first kiss.
Break my heart, take your piece. There's plenty of me to love for someone else, but I do know you will search for me in another person. I PROMISE
I have alot of broken pieces.. I feel shattered to the bone. When happiness is just a virtue and I'm feeling all alone.