If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
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.
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,