the way i felt about you was a disease.
it was ink.black and smeared across the pages of love letters i sent to you.
written and wasted.
left in the shoe box under your bed.
and i never got a letter back.
i started writing a new letter
but nothing came out.
i scribbled in the margins
desperately hoping to smear a little bit more,
somewhere,
anywhere,
but ink runs out,
and so did my love for you.
all that's left is pain.
love.
i can't feel it anymore cuz my heart's not working.
i think it broke when you dropped it,
or maybe that time you threw it at the wall.
it definitely doesn't beat the same anymore.
especially when your around.
maybe it's afraid you'll rip it out again,
and keep it locked in your vault.
my heart has told me terrible things about that vault of yours.
that it's dusty,
and that the air is full of whimpers and howls from the dead souls that you refuse to release.
and that they've been trapped since the day they set eyes on you.
i'm lucky i got out alive,
maybe alive is too generous of a word.
not dead is better.
but did i get out?
cuz i still feel like i'm drowning when i see you.
and i see you everywhere.
i see you in the hall,
in the store,
in the pictures on my wall,
in the lines on my ceiling.
your a disease.
and i'm a survivor.
i'm lucky i got out alive,
ReplyDeletemaybe alive is too generous of a word.
not dead is better.
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Such a great metaphor for the topic. Love this post.
ReplyDeleteidk if I've told you before but you blog looks SO GOOD.
ReplyDeletealso the EIFFEL TOWER FOR THE PAUSE BUTTON ON YOUR MUSIC THING IN THE HEADER WHAT THE THAT IS SO COOL
hey thanks :D
Deletemaybe alive is too generous of a word.
ReplyDeletenot dead is better.
Chills. This is so good.
those last two lines- mmmmm
ReplyDeletealso I love your blog and music
"the way i felt about you was a disease"
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"i'm lucky i got out alive,
ReplyDeletemaybe alive is too generous of a word.
not dead is better."
The format of these posts are so cool.