I’ve switched gears before that’s how I got in this mess.
From three to one.
What the fuck
Bullet For Your Dreams
Odd timing
Not three two one.
I wish I could help you
I keep dreaming about you oddly enough
You and not him or him.
Are you lonely?
I guess this is yours now.
Thief.
Well I was angry.
I said to this girl I knew once in middle school or elementary
I wanted to place her face
You know they say you can’t dream up a face
But awake I’ve never seen it before but
Even in my dreams I answer it fiercely.
You’re not there you’re a theme or a subject.
I wish I could help you.
I wish I could help him.
I wish I could help him.
I’m sorry I can’t do well enough.
I’m sorry that none of it matters.
But I love you three so much.
I hope you know that.
I was ready to go out but I became afraid and I couldn’t live my life that way
Alone and watching everyone together without so much as a glance.
I disappear in a crowd.
Locked away where the togetherness of others can’t get me.
I want to go outside.
I wish someone would let me out.
All I hear is that he wants me to go away.
That’s all I hear.
I don’t see anything obviously I don’t see anything but how can I read it any different
He wants me to go away.
In this intangible pain that won’t leave that I’ve lived with in silence every day it’ll just continue and it’ll never change
Because everyone around me has decided I’m not here.
I have to accept their judgement.
But the ink doesn’t stop pouring.
Reservation
To a life I never asked for
It’s my own fault.
I should have known better.
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