1. You are the lyrics of every unwritten song that holds churches in the depths of my heart.
2. Loving you is like looking at life through stolen eyes.
3. Where are the words I once had to take the blade off these feelings?
4. I thought removing my hands would make writing about you impossible, now the poetry has taken over in a ever ending nightmaring and ghost hands choke out the words without my consent.
5. I used to think love wouldn't hurt, now I don't know the difference between the ache and the joy, the blood and tears are an intoxicating cocktail.
6. Letting you go would be admitting defeat.
7. Entirely made up of scars, gasping body parts sinewy strung out charm bracelet dancing tapping out a sermon to an alter of grief.
8. I cannot make you want me or make you stay. In leaving, I will find a trail you left underneath the floor boards, wrapped in bloody cotton sheets.
9. You choose to withhold your protection. To live always on the surface, so afraid of drowning in reality. I will chose to sink my fingers into the wounds, becoming engrossed in the valleys that will now be my shelter.
10. Its easier to love the versions of those who left projects of the past flickering on bedroom walls
11. Finding you proved simple in this cluttered age. Reaching you marks the beginning of the end or possibly the end of the beginning.
12. I would happily be boxed if I knew this grief would not transcend the bridge into the darkness.
13. The ripples of actions effect more than the present, ever influencing the beats of the hearts that hold the secrets. I wish you had bee more gentle with your goings.
2. Loving you is like looking at life through stolen eyes.
3. Where are the words I once had to take the blade off these feelings?
4. I thought removing my hands would make writing about you impossible, now the poetry has taken over in a ever ending nightmaring and ghost hands choke out the words without my consent.
5. I used to think love wouldn't hurt, now I don't know the difference between the ache and the joy, the blood and tears are an intoxicating cocktail.
6. Letting you go would be admitting defeat.
7. Entirely made up of scars, gasping body parts sinewy strung out charm bracelet dancing tapping out a sermon to an alter of grief.
8. I cannot make you want me or make you stay. In leaving, I will find a trail you left underneath the floor boards, wrapped in bloody cotton sheets.
9. You choose to withhold your protection. To live always on the surface, so afraid of drowning in reality. I will chose to sink my fingers into the wounds, becoming engrossed in the valleys that will now be my shelter.
10. Its easier to love the versions of those who left projects of the past flickering on bedroom walls
11. Finding you proved simple in this cluttered age. Reaching you marks the beginning of the end or possibly the end of the beginning.
12. I would happily be boxed if I knew this grief would not transcend the bridge into the darkness.
13. The ripples of actions effect more than the present, ever influencing the beats of the hearts that hold the secrets. I wish you had bee more gentle with your goings.
