lastyr
And I'm here, sick and tired, and you're there not knowing I'm down trodden and bleeding. Its okay though, cause I know I had you (and hopefully you think you had me) and I'm gonna look up from now on. I will cherish that time, my wounds will heal, and I'll be more of the person that I want to be.
You write with the breeze, and jump with ease. Being scared is something you've grown accustomed to. The act of being startled is a welcomed one. One that awakes you to your core and makes you thankful and overjoyed.
You take what you can get and give whats left. Though I always end up in a state of distress cause I'm bad at balancing my internal check book. We spin and spin and spin until we burn out and come back half of the people we used to be. Only to rebuild and learn like the rest.
It takes all the will in the world to lift me from this dungeon, this freckled skin I hide in. Drawing strength from god knows where but at least I've found some. Something to ride this one out. These blankets weigh me down but it makes me feel at home. Like the weight of the world is a choice I put on myself.
I'm drunk on my mistakes and I hope you are learning from yours. You got yours, as I got mine, that's why we are here today together. You will be set free from your past as soon as you get close enough to the last bit of remorse and learn to run with your fear.
We run, we cry, we sit and laugh. Above all else we revert back to our childish ways and play. Whisk the night away. Kill every bird with our love and passion and heart. That's all a kid can ask for right? Endless snow ball fights and spacious tree houses.
You've made your point. I get it. I do. Take these chains on me and lay on your claims cause baby I'm in it for the long run. I hear you loud and clear and I'm dying to know more. Keep feeding my curiosity.
One minute to digress, two to fill up a fish tank of unthinkable spells. Go out of your little dungeon. Your self imposed cave of doubt. Get out get out get out of your head little one. I believe in all of you. This whole mess gathered together that makes up you.
Skin pulls, hair tied, you got a society on your back and all it needs is a good shaking. Shake that society till it falls back into the cracks in the ground that we walk on. Stomp it down. And ignore the ugly bits and take in the beauty bits.
Here we go again, the feelings left us and the aftermath and we are here. Growing old desperately remembering separately. I wonder what it would be like working together functionally. Whilst the years get shorter, I fill with longing.
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