Don’t you remember the nights I cried?
I would have spilled my blood for you but you said I wasn’t your type.
It’s funny, isn’t it? The way things change?
You want me now that you can’t have me.
I would have given you the entire world.
My hands are empty now.
I hate feeling left.
Fear of abandonment, they call it.
I just need someone to hold my head in their hands and stay
but I don’t know how to ask for it.
When he calls me but forgets to talk
I think maybe he called me and then wished he hadn’t
and I feel like he has closed some imaginary door,
and it’s far too heavy for me to try and open.
You hung up the phone without telling me you love me
and I know, I know that it shouldn’t matter
but it does.
If that was the last time we ever spoke,
it would be our love we laid to rest.
One single unspoken sentence.
A death sentence, really.
It’s not my fault, you know.
I just like the way it hurts.
You dance around my bedroom, and I think maybe you’re the one,
the one who can fix me.
Tell me how bad you want me,
I’ll do anything for you to hold me.
Tell me you’ve never met anyone like me.
There is no one like me, of that I am sure.
It’s all too good and too bad and I just feel so empty when you’re not near.
It’s dangerous.
Walk out the door. They always do.
My favourite song is the sound of you leaving.
Tell me you love me,
because the greatest joke of all is that
I’ll believe you.
-it’s what they call daddy issues
I swore I would never fall in love again.
That was before you.
You don’t know what you’ve done to me.
You’ve taken everything I’ve ever known and turned it inside itself and now it’s like everything is a little clearer.
How beautiful it is, that I get to exist in the world with you.
You touched me
and it was like a match lit inside of my soul.
Is that what they call true love?
You walked from here to the end of the earth and still,
still my soul burned for you.
One day you showed up at my door again, hands blue from the cold,
and it was like fate.
You asked how it was possible,
after all this time.
How does a flame burn for years and years?
I don’t know how to tell you,
but I’m quite certain that all my soul ever wanted was to be set on fire.
Blue hands turned warm.
Will you stay?
It doesn’t matter.
You have permanently altered me.
The next time you look down at those hands,
remember the fire.
I’m standing in the shower,
and all I see is the ghost of you.
I’m walking to my car,
and all I think is how your hand used to hold mine.
I look across the bed, and all I see is the shape of your body.
It seems no matter where I turn,
I see you around every corner.
How do you move on from someone who is everywhere,
but nowhere,
all at once?
I feel like I have lost pieces of myself that I will never get back
and then there are the days when it becomes so obvious.
I’m not whole.
I’m a carcas, picked apart
what’s left of me are the parts no one wanted
and I don’t know what to do.
They always say the vultures use every last piece but
what good does that do me?
I have nothing left to give.
There’s a fine line between love and obsession
try and find it
I think maybe I left it back with my sanity
but I’m not really sure.
Does it even matter?
You’re adored either way and we both know that’s all you’ve ever wanted
I’m sure I loved you in another life.
You’re all of the pieces of me that I thought didn’t exist,
and I think I would die 100 times if it meant I got to love you again.
Our souls are so tangled that sometimes I cannot tell where mine begins and yours ends.
Different bodies, different lifetimes, different walls,
Doesn’t matter because darling, my soul would find yours anywhere.