she couldn't eat
but dreams don't need feeding
and she knew the sun set at night
if you're standing still
the words wouldn't flow
but she knew not why
it wasn't quite what she expected
and it faded, it all did
how long before there was nothing left
not even a memory
for fear is hard to stop
it works with a purpose
if you're scared of the right things
she claimed she never knew a man
till she had seen him angry
so she looked for anger
to love the best
but she knew not what love was
delusional young hearts
who think they know
misguidance just ends in pain
and headstrong stubborness with overcompensation
she sacrificed it all
all in the name of nothing
and remembered why
she was so scared to begin with
a dozen songs
could speak her tongue
her tongue was unemployed
as she tried to disconnect her brain
it is so easy to forget
you're forgotten
but she looked for answers again
where there were none
and instead only found questions
which she could not bear
and could not decide
trying to silence her heart
but logic was ill taken
if she could find it
so she returned
to what she needed less than she wanted
smiling
and going back on her words
never again
but it felt so good
to be wanted and she knew he did
her lungs she gave
only a substitute for her heart
she did not need them if the air she breathed
was not in the name of love
and it wasn't
no it never was
she wished she wasn't mistaken
in all that she had thought
and wondered whether feelings may be wrong
and eyes could lie
and what it felt like to be loved
and to love
she missed being held
in false pretence
to revert to waiting
isn't so bad
but her leg was stinging
and so were her hands
she was collapsing
but she wouldn't stop
because this pain was more real than anything she had ever felt
and it hurt less than confusion
she coughed
as she waited
for their collection of hearts
she would not keep any anymore
as hers was her own
again
she was right to begin with
unfortunately
she had made her mistake
never again would she risk
second place
somehow she knew
this karma not to be true
remembering why she was petrified of being alone
and everything else
wishing she had never given herself to begin with
for being reduced to a page
in an epic
all her fears confirmed
so what had she learnt
not to trust so easily
or not to trust at all
however these doubts did not reduce her
to less than she was before
she was plenty and through it all
nothing
no nothing
nothing had changed
2 comments:
it's pretty. be the girl living next door? we'll go on a picknick.
just because her words are pretty doesn't mean she is jeeps :)
but i'll picnic with you anyday :)
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