Never thought
That I would feel
like this
Such a mess when
I’m in your presence
.
.
PVRIS killed
Me with this
Wasn’t my heart
That sank
But lately I’ve excepted
This sight is my fate
Tried to shut it down
Almost a year ago
But God came back
Said no baby
Flow
.
.
I see spirits
I see energy
I see lines of karma
Enraging me
Got to ground it
Not mine
Not mine
Not mine
.
.
.
It scares me sometimes
To see what everybody hides
Can’t have a normal
Conversation
When I know your
Dying inside
Don’t tell me your fine
I can’t stand it
This time
I’ve been lied to
For years
Smiled kindly
While I fight back
your tears
What a life I chose
Jeremiah come close
Tell me who
Needs me the most
Is it me?
Is it you ?
I hope your guides
Come & push
you through
.
.
You’re so old
Yet you act
Like this is
Your first incarnation
You act so old
Mind rotting
Like a self inflicted
Infestation
.
.
Looks like I’ve been
Driving this car
The whole time
I swore it was you
.
.
I can’t get over
How be-you-tiful
You are
My mind plays
tricks on me
Makes you my mirage
I lost my mind right?
.
.
If I were dying in a desert
You’d be my last thought
If I were lying on a feather
Id tangle with this tether
Come on baby
Let’s go play with leather
.
.
I can’t get over how lonely
You were
.
(Are)
.
My head hangs low
Rubbing my temples
In disbelief
I never knew I was
As lonely as you
Thought it was just me
Living the definition
Of pathetic
Killing myself
Pretending it was
Somebody else
Who could be my medic
.
.
Faking my way
Never knowing
What was true
Looking back
Like I always do
Thinking of ways
I never helped you
Picking you apart
So I can make an
Excuse for why I
Don’t need you
Picking me apart
So I can find an excuse
For why you aren’t my muse
.
.
It’s all lies
I have a demented smile
When I lie to myself
I know this won’t last forever
But your the only one
That makes time stand still
The cars go by you
18 wheelers flying behind you
All I can see is you
In this parking lot
I know you forgot
.
.
What’s the use of
This conversation
When you shove it
To your safe space
what’s the use of
This confession
When you hang up
And keep it encased
.
.
What is meant to be
Will be
I need you to know
If I could stop
I think I would
.
Inhale
Exhale
.
Absolutely nothing
Against you
You just make it
Too much
I’m already isolated
Enough
I don’t need to sit
Here and daydream
Of your touch
It makes me shake a little
You get me pretty fucked up
Noises I die to make
Grabbing at skin
That needs drilled in
Take
9:02 AM
8/5/20
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