Relearning I feel like I am a book that was always written in a certain way and then a few pages got stomped on, ripped, highlighted, burned, and who knows what else, and now I can't write like I used to write. It is a totally new thing,relearning how to live a life.
Try Dream.Believe. Hope.Try.Fall.Learn.Try?Try. Fail. Learn.Try?Fall. Learn.Try. Fail. Learn.Try. Succeed?No, succeed.
Fake Some relationships can only be described as fakebuilt up on tiny cobwebs of boredom from your own world or disdain,you seek to wind and spin, and break a lineof someone else's world.Then there are the builders, who seek to build up,their relationships dripping in good intent that they received from ill-gotten gains,their pseudo kindness often used to causing pain.
If I Sleep... Every night I feel like this... so much, the call of the night owl... I can't sleep, I don't want to sleep, and face the eerie silence that is night, that is darknessI dont' feel safe behind closed eyelids.Please, help me.When I close them its like a weight comes pressing on my skull.I feel as if I were weakening, I would be pushed down, down into nothingnessnothingness and empty promises that are dreamsand who's to say I will wake up?Who's to say I can wake up?or that I would want to if given the choiceStill she calls to me, sleep does, she calls to me in her pretty whispering voice that sounds like chains of silver slippin
For the Foolish hiding and seekingmuses are for the foolishi'm wilting dying
I am not I don't want to catch youOr chase youFish, play cat and mouse,Capture youEnrapture youWith your name on a house,Marry youOr bury youTrap you with me,Obligate you Lure or bait you.Then throw away the key.I don't even want to love youThough I have few that I loveBut I don't care to make roomIf it's too crowded in yours.Ghost of a museGhost of a museI've scared you awaySo while you're pushing and runningI won't dare to stayLet us part.I'm bad at things half wayI like it full or noneBruised and broken bonesRich or needing loansI am not a half way kind of woman. For I am not, a half way kind of
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