Moving quickly, its darkness fluttering across these apartment walls. Shadows loom ahead, my thoughts become what you want from me, not what I call myself. Bruised, cracked, the train wheels keep turning inside my mind. Am I not the girl you call your own? Pitiful girl. You ask for love with your palms raised towards the heavens; all you shall get is the debt that was predestined from when you were in your mother's womb.
Long, acheing days where the emptiness is enough to make me go insane. Too much time, too many seconds, minutes, too many hours to ponder my mistakes. Or why this happens to me, when I get my foot in the door and attempt to cheer my spirit, my aura is blackened in indecision. Perhaps it's my fault for wishing for love. Perhaps in the eve of my absence it will give you time to think, like all the times that I was left with this useless energy.
Remember to breathe when you get angry; I have reminded myself of this on many occasions when my blood began to boil just from a few words that you said. Seeing red, seeing red again. Must remember to breathe, to calm myself so I don't lash out. So I don't hurt you, so I don't have to see the pain that crosses your face just so I can say that I have seen it, that I have felt it. This isn't me, this is not who I used to be. Remember to breathe, this space is so cramped anymore that it only confines me.
Moving quickly, its darkness fluttering across these apartment walls. If you look closely and gaze past its outer shell, you might see someone like you, inside someone acting foolishly like me. I cannot apologize for my train of thought nor can I honestly tell you that I don't always mean what I say when I say it. But if you can look past my slurred speeches, adore me when I am not quite myself and are able to look beyond all that I sought to protect you from, then these walls will crumble beneath your touch. The question is, do you dare?
Long, acheing days where the emptiness is enough to make me go insane. Too much time, too many seconds, minutes, too many hours to ponder my mistakes. Or why this happens to me, when I get my foot in the door and attempt to cheer my spirit, my aura is blackened in indecision. Perhaps it's my fault for wishing for love. Perhaps in the eve of my absence it will give you time to think, like all the times that I was left with this useless energy.
Remember to breathe when you get angry; I have reminded myself of this on many occasions when my blood began to boil just from a few words that you said. Seeing red, seeing red again. Must remember to breathe, to calm myself so I don't lash out. So I don't hurt you, so I don't have to see the pain that crosses your face just so I can say that I have seen it, that I have felt it. This isn't me, this is not who I used to be. Remember to breathe, this space is so cramped anymore that it only confines me.
Moving quickly, its darkness fluttering across these apartment walls. If you look closely and gaze past its outer shell, you might see someone like you, inside someone acting foolishly like me. I cannot apologize for my train of thought nor can I honestly tell you that I don't always mean what I say when I say it. But if you can look past my slurred speeches, adore me when I am not quite myself and are able to look beyond all that I sought to protect you from, then these walls will crumble beneath your touch. The question is, do you dare?










