UnfinishedI live in circles, ever unchanging, always the same steps of consequence. fingertips touching upon the outside walls, to scared the feel them break to ever put any pressure.Unfinished
And Whatever you say it wont be taken, quite as you meant it to be. And whatever I do I wont be climbing as high as I feel with you.
When nothing comes to mind, this friction begins, tearing at the bottom all the way up, from the back to the front. Lets burn everything I know. We'll start with the moments that linger between the footsteps, the words, caught in the depths of my throat.
MomHoney you're sinking faster than I thought you could ever go and I was thinking of all the things that I wish I didnt know.Mom
But it's to late to take back now the things that I dont remember I said. To late to ever find out the question held inside of your head.
I thought I knew you well. Thought you were part of myself.
But now I'm finding that death is binding, and, the living are the ones left in Hell.
Oh I miss you. more than I thought I was capable. And it's so true, this feeling in my veisn unmistakable. And there will never be a way to ask you what you remember. My memories fade to gray, cant fight it s
IssuesI remember when my fingers had a surface on which to walk. No no, not just any shallow pool in which to bathe but an ocean there to drown me. Lips blue with dying breath sucked out so slowly caught up in your pythons embrace. Each uttered sylable so much more deadly than the last untill the toxicity from your tongue left me dazed and wondering back to you each time you let me go. Kept wondering how I got back, kept wondering how it was I could see what my mind would not accept... how my mind could not accept what was so obviously right in front of me. And your lips parted suddenly it didnt seem so clear. A surface for my fingers to walk, a plIssues
For a MomentI'm so lost in the way you seem to confuse me without saying a word. Those beautiful eyes wandering across my face and holding it for just a moment.For a Moment
-But still there was so much- And I cant seen to remember the tiny things that made me smile. But to think about your voice while laying in bed so full of unrest, leaves ripples upon the surface of those happy thoughts. Nothing more than a fleeting memory now, but I still cant seem to let it be.
Something so different, that cuts me inside, but warms me all the same.
Well yeah...
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