Friday, September 22, 2017

Without you

I just wanna say how apt this song is?!



You said that we would always be
Without you I feel lost at sea
Through the darkness you'd hide with me
Like the wind we'd be wild and free
You
Said you'd follow me anywhere
But your eyes
Tell me you won't be there
I got to learn how to love without you
I got to carry my cross without you
Stuck in the middle and I'm just about to
Figure it out without you
And I'm done sitting home without you
Fuck I'm going out without you
I'm going to tear this city down without you
I'm going Bonnie and Clyde without you
Now I'm running away my dear
From myself and the truth I fear
My heart is beating I can't see clear
How I'm wishing that you were here
You
Said you'd follow me anywhere
But your eyes
Tell me you won't be there
I got to learn how to love without you
I got to carry my cross without you
Stuck in the middle and I'm just about to
Figure it out without you
And I'm done sitting home without you
Fuck I'm going out without you
I'm going to tear this city down without you
I'm going Bonnie and Clyde without you

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Monday, I am in love. But it's Thursday now.

Today, you have left for a brighter path and you'll be physically gone for a (subjectively) short while. I thought my worst heartbreak came from a lying jerk, but it turns out that the truth from someone I've loved so dearly can be so much worse. I thought that your honesty would give me a satisfactory closure, yet it just broke me more than anything had before. But, a closure is still a closure, and I hope you find what you're looking for, and I hope you fulfil your promises to God. 

I can't bring myself to hate you, nor detest you or blame you, and I think I never will. But I only half-want you to know that, because I want you to know that you're so beautiful but you are so very broken. Perhaps we all are.

For now, I need to be restored from being crushed, and you need to be restored from crushing others. May we find ourselves in good hands; may we keep marching on.

"Maybe we'll meet again, when we're slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."