i have to admit the space is nice,
not having to talk
or look people in the eye,
just at myself
i feel too naked
without some glass to hide behind
reflections to disguise
all the scars
i’ve made
a nice big bed to lie in
closer to the stars
though it’s empty
honestly
i mostly dont want to speak to you
because there’s nothing to say
when it’s too hard to say no
when i want to say yes
but know it’s not the right answer
it’s too easy to fall
back into old ways,
laughing
loving
like it makes sense
when it doesn’t
when these days
im too scared
to see what you’ve been doing
or who
or anything
to remind myself all the reasons
for letting go
though
in weaker moments
i can’t keep myself
from looking back, hoping
for something hopeless
im still holding on
but i don’t know why
(don’t tell me)...!!!
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