I’m sorry ***,
I never realizedwhat I meant to you. What you’ve done to meand what I’ve done to youis joyis painthere was weaknessand there was hopethere was sorrybut lots of joy.It hurts to moveit hurts to thinkof youwithout you.But sometimesthere’s more solacein the sanctuaryof solitude
It’s hard to be alone
Because no one is.
covert
Can I be so,
fuck,where are the words.What do I even want to say?I don’t knowthis is pointlessfuck it
Waste of time
Waste of inkWaste of paperWaste of think
apocalyptic apostraphe
post apocalyptic post script late words to a late addressee lie latent
I’m sorry if it’s too late
Why do your eyes come to mind
in times of solemn reverie?We found solace in our sorrows,but we could not share.We opened old wounds,and cut new ones.Everything red-hotor ice-cold.Like your lipsand your eyes.
There’s this pain in my heart that just won’t go away
even though I want to speak to you I don’t know what to sayI wish that I could tell you exactly how I feelwish that you understood that what I feel for you is realcuz our story has not been terminatedwe’re just living our lives separatedit’s hard to understand why wechanged to you and mebut […]
