(no subject)
The silence of this night tries to fill the hole deep inside me. Something's missing; I can't believe it's still gone. But I can't put my finger on what I've been missing for so long, it's like explaining something you've never quite understood. I do know one thing. The one thing I can't stand the most is this dead air. As I scream emotion pours out into the lonely night. Every raw thought escapes my lungs and fills into the darkness. The anger, secrets, dispair, mournings, betrayals. Everything you'll never know, now safely tucked away in the horrid, black sky. Abandoned are the stars, relentless to remind me of my solitude. The one thing I don't want, I fear, could be the one thing I need the most. The mute sounds of the still night give goosebumps to my legs as I curl up thinking of you. I don't need you... I never have. This romance will never exist, and that won't bother me. You're my guilty pleasure. I don't need you. But I swear I can see your face in the stars.