devestation
In an Ideal World You Would Have Fought for Me
There is something tragic about being a hopeless romantic
Something tragic about seeing stars as they were forty years ago
Twinkling at us
As if they are really in the present
The night sky is full of
What once was
Stellar memories haunting us with their glow
Your olive eyes are coated in these stars
Aftershock
He checked himself in
On the corner of
Denial & devastation
To the heart break hotel
3 days ago
Because he can’t get
His thoughts in chronological order
He’s been having a hard time
Keeping his head up straight
Too weighed down with hoarded memories
Scattered emotions
Scrambled like silly string
He can’t move on until he cleans up the mess
Lodged in like mold
So he’s been pouring his heart out
Like dirty bath water
Taking drives down winding back roads
To help with the asphyxiation of heartbreak
But the seat next to him screams with emptiness
Her warm body
A phantom
Was it ever real?
It tugs at him
Pulling the knot inside tighter and tighter
With each phone call
Buzzing
Begging him to pick up
His heart drops further and further
Down into oblivion
Because he wants to
Be mad
He should be
Mad at her
But he can’t
He just wants to answer
To push it under the rug
To forgive
But he’d never be able to untangle the mess
And she needs to know
That it’s not okay
She can’t mess up someone like this
And go on like it can all be forgotten
She needs to fucking know
That this feeling can’t ever be forgotten
The Mystery Of M 