And the butterflies in my chest, frantically fly back and forth in their prison of a rib cage.
Trying to break free, but each breath and heartbeat keeps them chained.
They are desperate for peace.
Their wings are tattered from fighting the palpitations
"How much longer?" they cry
Truth be told,
I don't want to do this alone.
I can't imagine my life without you.
But here I am,
Laying in the wake of my uncertainty.
I find myself giving my all to you again,
And it feels so good,
You feel like home.
Truth be told,
I'm terrified you will love life even more without me,
When you are the one who taught me truly how to live...
And truth be told,
The only life I want to start over,
Is a life with you.
Truth be told,
There is nobody else I'd rather spend forever with, than you,
And truth be told,
I'm willing to work harder, the way we deserve to have been worked on for so long...
Truth be told, I see you working hard on yourself, and it makes me fall in love with you all over again.
I am so proud of you for trying to discover yourself, and work through your traumas.
Truth be told,
I never have, and never will stop loving you;
Regardless of what tomorrow brings.
and all was flowing the way it should.
Up, down.
High, low,
In, out.
Light, darkness.
She felt balance.
She felt control.
She felt patience.
She felt grace.
Is it lonely in the depths of lies you spin?
Or do you feed upon the hearts you win?
Until their eyes, veiled, uncovered.
Your poisoned breath,
Leaves no more, smothered.
You're caught, and sunken in a daze.
And fear the lonesome, sans shifting ways.
And she was broken.
That's what made her insecure.
All those times others did her wrong.
She didn't know how to allocate that energy.
She was stuck, lashing out in her own world.
But it only made her world cave in...
When would her wounds suffocate her?
When would it all end?
Who cradles me to sleep now?
Who holds me and gently rocks me, as my anxiety consumes me?
Is it the distant stars?
Is it the friendly moon?
Or maybe the demon that follows me around and lurks in the shadows?
All I know, is that their grip is empty.
The way they hold me feels as if I'm in a glass shell...
Empty, fragile, and exposed.
All I crave is a fucking moment of privacy,
Inside my head, inside my heart, inside my damn notebook.
A moment where I can express, write, rage, rethink, rewind, and create.
But... no.
You steal that from me.
Violently.
Your words cut like swords as if you even know what you're talking about.
So keep talking.
Keep cutting.
Keep digging...
I'll be six feet from hell, before you realize I'm gone.
