I hope the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
it didn't hit me in the face like a ton of bricks
it hit me like i was doing 90 into concrete
that the future is tipping and dripping into the present every second
and the path that's being laid isn't one i want to keep walking down
but i cant change everyone else's choices, or make them walk my way,
and i cant just follow theirs because that isn't any better for me
how do I explain that I feel inexplicably bound by my soul,
or maybe just the soles of my feet that seem to wander back to, and best follow hollow prints you make moments before
the point of my heart feels like it is pinned neatly to yours and at the corners and if I take off running (like every inch of me screams to)
i know that mine will be the first to rip, and your body will consume, absorb, heal, and forget
and i will scar, and absentmindedly thumb the edges and cringe.
i feel like the few people i care enough about to love are drifting farther away than planets in outer space, and I am doing nothing to make that better.
it hit me like i was doing 90 into concrete
that the future is tipping and dripping into the present every second
and the path that's being laid isn't one i want to keep walking down
but i cant change everyone else's choices, or make them walk my way,
and i cant just follow theirs because that isn't any better for me
how do I explain that I feel inexplicably bound by my soul,
or maybe just the soles of my feet that seem to wander back to, and best follow hollow prints you make moments before
the point of my heart feels like it is pinned neatly to yours and at the corners and if I take off running (like every inch of me screams to)
i know that mine will be the first to rip, and your body will consume, absorb, heal, and forget
and i will scar, and absentmindedly thumb the edges and cringe.
i feel like the few people i care enough about to love are drifting farther away than planets in outer space, and I am doing nothing to make that better.