Ever shattered yourself beside someone while they lay inches from you and you couldn’t explain why? The subtle hints that you read too much into, the little things that had made you want to come back were no longer there. You expect a person to change, to customize themselves as you please but in the end you don’t always get everything you want in a person. With changes you lose some of the most desired qualities. Once you lose a person it’s never the exact same person who comes back. And you wonder if you’d done the right thing? You wonder what if they no longer feel the same but are so used to the idea of wanting you they haven’t realized it yet. Only time will tell.

Dwelling in nostalgia from a time my body felt younger and heart; less heavier.

I can’t sleep in my bed anymore, the sheets smell of you.

Is it true, am I nothing more than a muse?

A stopover right before you head home to your rightful one.

Had I let you hug me a little longer I’d have broken down and I couldn’t allow my tears to fall on you. So careful in blinking away tears keeping my head down ‘cuz had I looked up you’d see my eyes were filling in and I couldn’t let you see me in tears now could I?

To feel like trash in a world I’ve just begun to feel beautiful.

It’s okay.

I wish I could explain my troubles to you.

But how do I explain something I don’t understand myself.

Fall in love with this complexity of mine and lose your mind.

You did nothing wrong.

I craved, I caved.

I wish I could be there for you, help you, even try to fix you if that is possible. I would. I really would have done anything for you.

Always in the wrong arms when I wanna pour my heart out, always in the wrong arms when I wanna be held a little more.

Why don’t somethings go away, vanish entirely. I’ve made peace with the tragedy and yet waves keep crashing me back.

I don’t know how to feel any less and I’m afraid to feel any more. Would you help me figure out what could be. Your shoulders don’t deserve my tears as you aren’t responsible for those.

I’m trying to heal, to fix myself. And meanwhile I cannot belong to anyone, no matter how much I want to. Because you wouldn’t accept me with someone else’s bruises. I’d rather go insane in my hell than hope that you will pull me out of this and remind me its okay to admit how I feel.

Ha ha ha.

It’s hilarious. What am I? Your intended next play? Your game was mind blowing I admit, I’d never know it was just one of your cards shuffling through. My naive little self bought into its stupid little mind that in 2018 there still are genuine people around. [Self note: there aren’t]. It’s always some hidden agenda to boost their bloody ego for reasons I’ll never know why. So fuck this and fuck you, so very much my dear. I’d laughed like I hadn’t in a while and that touched me. I’ll remember to not find funny attractive next time.

I may have made it look so easy because I didn’t want the people around me to feel like my problems were creating unnecessary tension in their lives. And that’s why I choose to be on my own during my hardest because I honestly don’t think, (I know would be more accurate) that there is a single person out there who understands or can even relate to the shit I go through every fucking day (not disregarding the fact someone out there might be going through worse). And why should I expect someone else to understand something even I can make little sense off? I only understand what I feel not why I  feel what I feel, and I try to deal with that on my own. It’s honestly more favorable to everyone I know because my entire presence is an embarrassment even though I don’t act like it. That way I don’t have to sit through conversations like yes people talk shit about you but I tell them you’re my friend and you are a nice person and that is all that matters to me. By doing this you are admitting to the fact that everything everyone is saying is true and yet I am so nice to keep her as my friend despite what the world thinks of her, a truly heroic act which I don’t need to be a part of. Keep your pity and save it somewhere I can’t see because I don’t need it. But oh so nice of you, thank you.

And I’ll miss you and I’ll think about all the conversations we could be having without knowing your reality. All I would know is what I’m feeling is magnetic and I keep wanting more of what it could be but then it turns out to be nothing more than a few passing clouds but not just cloud nine and I’m not on either one. In the last page I’m crying my way way home while being rained on by mocking clouds in this beautiful gown I wore just for you. My mind created something so beautiful out of your existence I had to know for sure how real it was and turns out it was nothing but a bad portrait of a sketch I’d been fantasizing of. You showed up with her and the party is over because she’s got you hasn’t she? I’ve got my mascara running and I can’t look like this not in front of you. Let me go before these tears stain my face. But let me look for you once more, I turn my head to see the way you re looking at her to convince my heart you were never mine. I hear my heart skip a beat and I can feel it’s uneasiness in my chest. Like it wants to be ripped off my chest and squeezed at least that would rid me of this heartbreak.