If you are going to leave my life
At least please close the door
Because the winds of winter still blow
Strafing into my open home
Freezing my furniture, the bookcase and bed
Freezing my heart, my throat and my head
The snow sets a layer of ice
Surrounding the broken parts
So that nothing else can ever touch
Which is the saddest part
Until that one comes along
The one that leaves a trail of fire
That strikes excitement into your eyes and curiosity in your smile
The one with the fire hand
That will thaw the frozen bones
The one that will close the door
And stay on the inside of my home
More of these labels
Why do humans like to label things?
Why do humans like to categorise?
What about the things that don’t fit into any of the categories created?
Do they get their own?
Is that hypocritical?
Anyone can understand the good
Anyone can understand why people do good things
To understand why people do bad things
Now that takes more than most people are willing to sacrifice
Mirror mirror do you not see
What you reflect is killing me
I am choosing to show you my pain, i am choosing each word as best i can and it burns my insides that every word i type feels forced and unnatural and writing no longer is a coping mechanism but a machine of torture.
i suppose it is easer when the words are out. when you can read them back and feel like someone understands, even if its just your past self.
Why are you texting me? We have like nothing in common.
Every attempt I have tried has been rejected. The only connection is that we are both lonely but this relationship only works if you talk to me.
Or at least make me feel like what I am saying is important.
No scratch that, I’d rather not talk at all than blabber on because someone is not listening.
You see people normally ask the questions for three reasons:
1. They want to fill the air
2. They want information
3. They want you to ask the same question back