(no subject)
my entirety is accumulated in that fraction of a second when my guard was down
and you were there; you were the factor of my entire life changing;
only back then i was young, back then i was full of life, back then i was full of a longing
and the only time i can feel that peace now is by closing my eyelids really tight
pretending i am freshly eighteen, your lips, and that stupid sequence
when fate seemed like a plausible possibility in all of this fucking chaos
anymore i walk with a knife in my back pocket
and i have to wear ornaments of past loves; not because i miss them
but just to remind myself that once,
love wasn't just an excuse for rough frictions and a way to fill
the sick void
and his knuckles finally contacted my nose the other day
the saddest part was knowing it was coming, even the most shocking acts
tend to lose their shock value when you constantly analyze every move and everyone--
even the crazy man you pretend to love just as a companion to go through the motions with--
they, too, lose any originality.
but you, oh soldier, oh philosophical blue-eyed devil of my dreams
the one who slips out in any stream of consciousness
you still remain far away, i still remain in a pathetic state of waiting
but all this wait is breaking me, and it's irritating
so tonight when i hug my ribs and think of you, (as i always do)
know that soon, your silence will be through.
mi corazan es por tu.
and you were there; you were the factor of my entire life changing;
only back then i was young, back then i was full of life, back then i was full of a longing
and the only time i can feel that peace now is by closing my eyelids really tight
pretending i am freshly eighteen, your lips, and that stupid sequence
when fate seemed like a plausible possibility in all of this fucking chaos
anymore i walk with a knife in my back pocket
and i have to wear ornaments of past loves; not because i miss them
but just to remind myself that once,
love wasn't just an excuse for rough frictions and a way to fill
the sick void
and his knuckles finally contacted my nose the other day
the saddest part was knowing it was coming, even the most shocking acts
tend to lose their shock value when you constantly analyze every move and everyone--
even the crazy man you pretend to love just as a companion to go through the motions with--
they, too, lose any originality.
but you, oh soldier, oh philosophical blue-eyed devil of my dreams
the one who slips out in any stream of consciousness
you still remain far away, i still remain in a pathetic state of waiting
but all this wait is breaking me, and it's irritating
so tonight when i hug my ribs and think of you, (as i always do)
know that soon, your silence will be through.
mi corazan es por tu.