Chasing

Love I should let you go
You’ve been no good to me
No good for me
Wasting my existence chasing you
When you show no signs of life
For me
Can’t enjoy anything
You’ve ruined everything
What’s worse is we both know where you should be
But I can’t let go
Won’t leave it alone
There’s more than just the surface.
I know you all too well
I’d much rather live in hell
So I guess I do it to myself
Keep you tucked away on the top shelf
Never to have but always to remember
JUST maybe one day we’ll dust it off
Try again? I thought you’d never ask
And you haven’t.
Life everywhere but I’m on this lonely planet
Prisoner of the mind. Chains around my heart
There’s no REstart
Staring at the sky’s blue
Only thought: I got my eyes on you

Is it enough?

Let you go
At least I thought so
Now I’m holding on
There’s something there
Always has been
Probably always will be
Is it enough?
That’s the question that needs to be answered
Of course I say YES
And even if you agree
Will you act?
Will you come back?
I say YES
But I live in a fantasy world where my dreams are a possibility
In reality? I’m prepared to fall short and live in purgatory
For this is my dream and I’m determined to live it
The consequences for failure are more than worth it
My scars have shown. The wounds stay open.
They’ll get no deeper.
There’s nothing left to lose

I don’t wanna be your friend

I don’t wanna be your friend
I look over and see that smile.
I melt.
I look into your eyes.
It takes me back to everything I felt
But it’s not in the past
It’s present
You’re in my presence and I can’t help myself
Standing by your side.
Dying slowly
Painfully
I can’t let go there’s too much history.
Loving you is simply misery
Maybe if it was reciprocated I’d be in the heavens
Instead you’ll find me below
A lost soul.

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I thought about you last night
I thought about all the things we’ll never be
All the things we’ll never see
Together
Forever?
What a joke
No one has that kind of time
Along with you, I’ve given up all my dreams
Started facing the cold reality
Back to the survival mentality.
Fought the good fight but came out worse for the wear
Shredded to pieces and put back together
Never the same there’s too many tears

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