We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
