If I called you
If I called you
Right now
In the middle of the night
If I called you in tears
And said I don't know
I don't know how to do this anymore
Maybe I never did
One second I'm fine
The next
If I called you
Right now
In the middle of the night
If I called you in tears
And said I don't know
I don't know how to do this anymore
Maybe I never did
One second I'm fine
The next
I want to see fields
Of girls
Standing tall to the sun,
Their imperfections
Shined upon the brightest,
Their souls sparkling
We can do hard things.
We can push through heartbreak,
The tears of feeling like we're not wanted,
Like we're not good enough,
We can splash in them.
We can laugh and cry in the same breath
I told myself
Over and over
My future lies within that year
Within a heart so icy
It froze my own
Within eyes so guarded
They became attackers.
By seeking to reclaim our past
The light flickers in my bedroom
as I brush my hair;
I remember that theory that it’s someone dead trying to speak to you,
I’m sure it’s just a thing from movies.
The light flickers again in the bathroom
at the beginning of the end
you went to shake my hand
i followed it with an embrace
for i could not face
what i knew would come
All I want is you,
I try,
I try to talk to you,
spend time with you,
but it just annoys you,
I don't know what to do anymore.
I text you,
you ask 'what do you want?'
live in the moment
i'm trying so hard to look
at you
and not to think of the possibilities i know
i can't have,
all the things you rejected the moment
Hello Summer,
I see you on the boardwalk;
In every screw, and plank, and scratch,
Your every nook and my personality match.
Hello Summer,
When you're sad, your hot tears shed
there is peace in the darkness, an
alluring sense of acceptance in failure
closed eyes & open eyes both see the same
but please
stick out your hand
Floating in the sky
Like white fluid still in time
But moves in slow grace
Swirled with a brush by an oil painter
Yet sculpted with regality of wood
A whisper full of substance
An illusion of support
William doesn’t talk to us anymore.
He left us in the closet when he moved out of the house.
Time tears at our gentle fabric skin.
William won’t let us go in his head.