Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
I am independent.
I like being alone.
These are two qualities I've come to call home, but...
We've been together now
For just over a year
And I've already changed, so I've got this fear that.
I need you to be me?
Like eyes that need glasses, see?
Or contacts, whatever,
The point I'm making is
You're leaving soon. You'll come back, but will I stay here?
Slow down, my dear Self, stay calm,
make sure you walk before you run.
Be cautious lest your head gets spun!
You know that you're prone to bomb
things that are placed in your palm.
I know, I know, it feels so fun...
high hopes and the best has begun,
but remember, heed the qualm!
Although... if you are cautious,
avoid the pain, and guard your heart
then are you truly living?
Doesn't that make you nauseous?
Is it not a costly part
to slave under misgivings?
Where do the taken lives go?
Are they kept by the Reaper in a satchel with a stitched in frown?
Are they kept by their Takers next to the sorrows they drown?
Or are they kept by their Corpses until the wreaths of flowers brown?
I wouldn't trust you if you claimed to know.
Do they wander near Hospitals and check each and every gurney?
Do they wander near the Courthouses and haunt the defense attorney?
Or do they wander near the Listless Ones, numb to the journey?
What exactly happens after death?
And how is it that one can take their own life?
And how is it that the world's full of strife?
And just how is it that I can't put down this knife?
Do we even get a choice?
Did we ever?
Tonight
Is a
profoundly
painful night
to be
alive.
I
want
to run
to
you and
hide.
But I Don't Want To
Widen Your Cracks
If you cared you could have told them to wait
Instead of leaving me bleeding on hook and bait
Struggling to deal with the shock and the hate
Feeling like meat you labeled second-rate.
We all make mistakes, but was this one?
Or a sign of our future to come?
Could it be that you're changing, or that the change is done?
Maybe it's been this way and my perception was spun.
Self-satisfaction under the guise of necessity
Left me standing alone while you were in ecstasy
I feel used and abused and cast aside selfishly
Grappling with the reality that you'd chosen them over me.
Nobody owes me their body or their mind
There need be no repayment for being kind
but I refuse to ignore and refuse to stay blind
To asymmetry so clearly underlined
You'd feed the mouth that bites you
And I know you'd love it too