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Too MuchI'm crying hard into your open arms.
You're holding me closer than the sky cradles the stars,
But even the sky lets go.
Even stars fall sometimes and leave behind deep scars.
You don't know how much it hurts
Just to breathe, just to fill my lungs with air or smoke.
Just one sigh is all it takes to suffocate.
My lungs are screaming for life, but all my throat can do is choke.
I am bleeding, rivers are seeping down my skin on their way to the ocean,
The water fall us approaching fast, I can't go back.
The edge is close now, the sweetest end.
I could never take back the hope that I lack.
You don't care anymore. You need a break
From this bullshit and I'd be better off dead.
Please, Love, Kill my memory so you can rest. Go to bed.
Let my coffin be the pillow for your heavy head.
Don't bother to hold me anymore.
Hold your guitar instead. Her voice is beautiful when she cries.
It's not your fault that there are fault lines in my soul
Or cracks in my voice box, but you're the reason there are
Fall AwayI’ve been chewing my nails down to their beds
In hopes that maybe I’ll find the courage to sleep alone;
That maybe I won’t be afraid of the nightmares that
Wear away at my soul like water over rugged sandstone and break my brittle bones.
The pills are eating away at my insides;
Wrapping my heart in silk then dissolving it with their chemical bite,
As if there’s a million tiny spiders living inside me,
Weaving webs inside my head every night.
My heart beat is running circles around the seconds ticking on the clock,
The hands move slowly and I count the minutes on my finger tips.
I’m counting backwards into infinity and it never seems to stop,
Like the softly whispered cries that slip away between my lips.
I hold myself together with tight fists so I won't disintegrate.
I only have a few more hours to go until the darkness melts away into the light.
I close my eyes, giving way to the force of sleeplessness,
My mind surrenders to the night.
ClicheThe rain began to poor
And I being the daring soul that I am, ran out the door and into the storm.
You said “What the hell are you doing?”
“I have no idea.” I replied. “It just feels right.”
So I ran and ran around in circles until my clothes were melting from the cold down poor
And my hair hung heavy, soaked with the clouds tears.
When I came back to the door, you said, “If it wasn’t so cold out I’d go out there myself and kiss you in the rain.”
I replied, “That’s so cute, but so cliché.”
And you stepped out of the door, zipped up your sweatshirt, pulling the hood over your head and you kissed me.
It was possibly the most cliché thing I’ve ever done,
But when you’re in love those things are so cute.
You ran back inside to hide from the rain, but you watched me from the window with a smile on your face.
I smiled back.
Fishbowl (out of the fish bowl and into the world)The lies spewed from their lips like smoke.
I breathed them in like a fish,
Gasping on dry land with nothing but the air to breath,
Gills straining for the life they need.
Living, her last dying wish.
I'm stuck in this drying puddle of forward motion;
Not deep enough to wet my skin,
Not deep enough to fill my lungs,
Not deep enough to hide within,
Only a few drops of a fleeting notion remain
To tell me that all we need to do is sustain.
Just keep swimming through, it'll get better, they said.
The weather will change in your favor.
This drought can't last forever,
But I'm getting nowhere fast.
Some days even the sweetest drops of rain are impossible to savor.
This unquenchable thirst always lasts.
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