(no subject)

[bluntpeircing]

There is only one reason someone like that would be amidst to having any type of impact in my life.
And I will take it down and call it chance. Call it reasoning. And Say that nothing had a change of making any type of reason whatsoever.
Maybe it's because I met you at the blood bank.
That is no where to meet anyone with any type of substance.
So I mean I don't know what substance is. .
But I think I have some.
No one in my life may believe so.
And they are just outsiders.

And I don't know where I stood.
But I know it wasn't beside you.
It wasn't anywhere near you as a matter of fact.
It was a symphony of things not meant to be brought up.
But they were dug up, time and time again.
I told myself to let it go, and keep it underneath.
But this flower of mine is buryed deep.
As if you were the only thing I kept safe, the only one I could keep close.
And At first I felt it wasn't real.
And then I knew it was all I could feel.
It consumed me, and you are still all I write about.
And you are still all I think about.
And I would let go of you if I could.
But I can't.