Welcome to the loneliness era
of my life
Feel free to sit in the sulk with me
Wade in the weariness
Frolic in the fever fits of woe
It's nearly impossible
to not blame myself
Coping mechanisms
are a bitch to break
Is this what you really wanted
Or are you too scared
or ashamed to come home?
Follow the bread crumbs
I'll tattoo them on my skin
So they can never go missing
Like a phone in a snowstorm
Hidden under the blowing glitter
Making you feel like it's over
An avalanche of defeat
One day ill stop writing about you
But tonight I sit with the loss
I dance with your ghost
I pray for your healing
And I remember times
when I calmed you
And held you and made you feel safe
I hope one day you see what I see
I hope one day you come back to me
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