Foolish
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I thought I knew what love was,
As I’ve fallen once or twice.
But when it ends and starts anew,
My heart always pays the price.
Daggers of sound
Stab the night
Like lovers found
Cheating.
But tonight we live
For it.
Live like living will
Fix the problems,
Even tho it won't.
We dance with the strobes
As I watch the water flow from my hands a glance in the mirror reminds me
that I'm still human & the heart must break to heal.
Graphic and detailed memories Of a Broken Spirit. I've submitted to the
the hopeless romantic came out in me.
such a short time it took for me to realize what I wanted.
it’s funny, though, because I assumed through your soft words and gentle actions that it came out in you, too.
Not a word to an ounce of pain
Nor a cry to weigh frustration
Because even though I write this here
I’ve given up translation
it happened again.
this time i was sober.
which makes it worse.
but whatever.
it was a little different.
this time.
you called me.
wanting to talk.
so i came over.
He deserved none of me
but I gave him all of me
and now I look back and think how dumb of me
to throw my heart at him so carelessly when he was just playing games with me
but I guess I just thought
Stuffed in a large bag is a book.
I carry this book, and sometimes the bookmark is more intriguing the book.
A bent picture of two young people on a date marks the pages which have and have not been read yet.
It’s harder here,
To be put in this place
So Quiet
With nothing but a mirror,
Put me someplace else!
Put me in my past!
Where things were better
and foolish, loud, crash!
Quiet resumes-
