apocalypse

The day I no longer care

is the day when I stop picking up my pen.

thoughts

"You should stop thinking too much."

"I can't, when they are all about you."

words

The longer I stand here

The louder the silence

I know that you're gone but sometimes I swear

That I hear your voice when the wind blows

So I talk to the shadows

Hoping you might be listening cause I want you to know

It's so loud inside my head

With words that I should have said

And as I drown in my regrets

I can't take back the words I never said.

love me not

The problem with me is that when one starts to care or starts to love the real me, I get really scared and anxious. I'm scared he might love me too blindly, and I might hurt him too deeply. He will get tired of my true self, for every word spoken to him, kills him slowly inside. He might say he is still okay, that he would still be there for me. But my words will cut deeply into his flesh and bone, bleeding him out. And it kills him to say he was wrong all this time, but it will kill him eventually if he decided to stay for a little while.

the feeling

Am I in love with you

Or am I in love with the feeling?

Trying to find the truth

But sometimes the heart is deceiving

Can't get out of my head

I need you to save me

If I am delusional then maybe

I'm crazy in love with you.