I'm not good with these so bear with. I thought this would be a blog where I posted music and covers, it's not though. Not yet.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
-Aldous Huxley
I'm not good with these so bear with. I thought this would be a blog where I posted music and covers, it's not though. Not yet.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
-Aldous Huxley
It strikes me often
That my poetry befalls deaf ears
And blind eyes
Turned heads
And goodbyes.
Listen!
Listen because I need you to
Listen because you need this too.
I won’t pretend I know
I won’t pretend I can grasp the complex vocabulary that stains your weathered pages -
So many pages -
I won’t pretend it doesn’t scare me
This not being able to read you
Not being able to get much closer then skin
Why don’t you let me in?
And even if I looked up every word
Your pages go on into the thousands…
I wonder if reading you is even worth the try
But reading in between the lines
I know it’s all worth my time.
watching Orphan Black with Julli = best idea ever. That show is the bomb. Super qual
I was telling the truth when I told him
You aren’t.
You’re close
somewhat
But you’ve got this underlying fake air
And an overdone feel that’s not quite right
I’m only just putting up with it
but you’d never know.
I feel it, you know
My memories fading
Lined up one by one
They’re disintegrating
Becoming nothing
Little wisps of air
Like smoke
I can hardly grasp them
I can’t remember why they were funny
Or sad
or worthy of remembering.
Were they -
worthy of remembering I mean -
if they’re slowly
but surely
dwindling
away.
The space between us has lessened
So naturally I feel you everywhere
I’m breathing you in
I’m driving myself mad
Because you’re right there
Right next to me again.
These words
I type
Never really got to you
anyway.
You looked over them and read
As though they were
for someone else
They weren’t
I guess
Somewhere deep down
I always knew I was
Wasting time with you,
On you.
I get it though
It must be
Fun
Or something
To play with someone’s heart
I’ll be the outlier,
I know you like it better that way.
And let’s face it
I don’t want to be a pain
A nuisance
Anymore
And I feel like that’s all that I am.
I think
I’m falling for people I know I could never have
Or maybe
I just can’t have anyone.
I don’t know
But I wish I could
Find someone I had at least a chance with
Or something
