Like a star without its dreams.

This is to the songs that make our hearts beat faster and reminds us simple of the days we want so badly. So we’ve lost, and were going down and we’re falling with no control of our landing. My bare knees touching your This is to the songs that make our hearts beat faster and reminds us simple of the days we want so badly. So we’ve lost, and were going down and we’re falling with no control of our landing. My bare knees touching your ripped jeans and if this was love it would be okay but this situation and this feeling makes my knees go weak and the way we have are status isn’t making them any better. I’m going down, that’s it. Softly I’ll whisper “this feels like home, this here with you feels like home.” You’ll nod and rub your nose against my cheek will kiss and there wont be anything better I’d like more, but that’s it this isn’t getting any better. Fingers laced and a untied shoelace, sweet smells and hard times, this isn’t how it rhymes I hate that this has to be goodbye. I’ll end this off soft with a bit too much of a tear, unperfected and unoriginal with a question of love and how long it would last and why is it ever over. Oh why does it ever end? These are the days you need to last just to know you have reasons for breathing.

I’m so sick of spilling my guts. So find me a new pack of secrets and a new bag of lies, because I’m tired of acting in the roll of “I’m just fine.”  I’ve traced the lace on this table cloth for quiet some time and I’ve blamed myself for hiding way too long. This is where I’ll be frail and broken stuffing my pain under the blood stained rug, with the light flickering above. I could say I’m losing every one of them and feeling everything I’ve ever felt but only a few would care and only a few feelings would linger long enough to last. I will hold back my secret of killing till my skin grows thin and I can’t move on before the wave’s crash in. I know, I know I can’t let it go until you tell me so. I am miserable and a terrible wreck, with scars still lying across my back. I’ll live to breath in these breaths, numb enough to barely feel the fire go across my finger tips, and I’ll lay her in the dark thinking to myself How I wanted things this way.