feelings
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His charm disarmed me His smile captivated me Actions spoke volumes
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A boy and a girl Time must be of the essence Will fate favor them?
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Desperate to be loved, by someone, by anyone Willing to play mind games, hoping the most fragile part of you won’t be broken. Thinking love is a game to be played and people are not human, Just conquests meant to be conquered and nothing more. Traveling to the ends of the earth for someone that
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My existence is a resistance in its own right. I was never meant to be here yet I kept fighting for my life. The wear and tear, the daily struggle keep grinding down my years. But I swear I would never let it amplify my fears. You call it weakness but you don’t see through
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We’re good at breaking each other’s heart Sadness overpowered us from the start Doomed to repeat the same mistakes Doing whatever it takes To keep going, living, trying Even though, every breath feels like I’m dying It’s unfair to keep going like this I didn’t even realize that I left a part of me with
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I’ve forgotten how it feels like to dream with my eyes closed To place my head on a pillow and slowly drift off to a palace of dreams To feel the overwhelming peace of drifting off to a time and place that’s quickly forgotten once I open my eyes I’ve forgotten how it feels to
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We haven’t spoken in a while. Yet every time we speak it’s the same conversation. I miss you. I miss you too. Are we going to meet up soon? Definitely. And then the conversation goes cold. When do we stop fooling ourselves? There’s no point in chasing phantoms, only to trip on memories.
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Old lovers crawling out of the wasteland that is my memory. They have no right occupying space in my head anymore. Exile is best suited for them. And yet, I feel a subtle twinge of sadness. Feelings never really faded, only put in stasis.
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I don’t know what’s more twisted, my dear. The fact that I let you go Or The fact that you keep coming back. Maybe I’m the one that returns But Only in moments of weakness Like This one.
Trapped In The Margins 