Claiming this as my own, late as always
sorry i have neglected the things that really make this all worth while. i am beginning to ponder the relationships i have created; putting those on hold, was never what i should have done. my mind is pounding at the temples, and my heart is jumping forward, faster than my frame can follow.
i walked yesterday in foreign territory, turned and watched everything i had ever hoped for slip beneath the cracks. sunsets fade, moons turn red, these mornings will deepen and pull at our sleeves.
can i ask you to continue as we have been before? even though the thought of something less then this makes me run to the balcony and scream. the others lower thier eyes and pretend for a second that i do not exist. walking down white hallways, forcing my eyes to not tear...peering under the sheets for someone more.
i dont like falling asleep without your voice in my ear, and i am beginning to convince myself that to push you away would be harder than i would like to believe, easier for both of us, but i think hard for me in the long run.
whispering secrets into the reciever long after you have turned your back on this. i cant understand why you even matter, but i dont want to argue that you do. i am silently focusing on one point of the ceiling, laying on my back, hands held firm to my chest. the ceiling may open and pull me toward heaven..will you waunder that far to find me? i would for you...i am not just saying it. i would wrap you in an afghan, mess up your hair and take that dive into the unknown. you say that no one is willing to take that jump, i am only waiting for you to take my hand.
deathwish of the falling child is scribbled on a mirror. she was waiting for you and the others before her heard your name spoken a million times.
i walked yesterday in foreign territory, turned and watched everything i had ever hoped for slip beneath the cracks. sunsets fade, moons turn red, these mornings will deepen and pull at our sleeves.
can i ask you to continue as we have been before? even though the thought of something less then this makes me run to the balcony and scream. the others lower thier eyes and pretend for a second that i do not exist. walking down white hallways, forcing my eyes to not tear...peering under the sheets for someone more.
i dont like falling asleep without your voice in my ear, and i am beginning to convince myself that to push you away would be harder than i would like to believe, easier for both of us, but i think hard for me in the long run.
whispering secrets into the reciever long after you have turned your back on this. i cant understand why you even matter, but i dont want to argue that you do. i am silently focusing on one point of the ceiling, laying on my back, hands held firm to my chest. the ceiling may open and pull me toward heaven..will you waunder that far to find me? i would for you...i am not just saying it. i would wrap you in an afghan, mess up your hair and take that dive into the unknown. you say that no one is willing to take that jump, i am only waiting for you to take my hand.
deathwish of the falling child is scribbled on a mirror. she was waiting for you and the others before her heard your name spoken a million times.