When everyone loves you, you can never be lonely. Sometimes. Sometimes it's not that easy. Most of the time it's the "I'm in a crowded room and no one can see me" type of scenario. Sure we're the kids that have it all, it doesn't mean anything though. These are the desperate "I love you's" through the phone. "I miss you" and "please come home". I don't deal with things in the right way. But that's no secret. Damaged goods from the start.
Brilliant colors swirled around. Bright white teeth and happy tongues, these were my favourite times. A room full of very different people, but all alike in some way or another. A small apartment that gave everyone the hope that they needed. We new we were fucked from the start. He was toxic, and I needed him coursing through my blood.
Okay, I know I don't make sense about 90% of the time. Words and sentences are being strung together trying to throw a life line out to my thoughts. Kind of reminds me of how words don't mean a thing to you. Reel the words in crew, this ship has sunken. You never listen anyways. My brain is on fire, and my fingers are itching. Maybe this never meant anything to you, but it did to me. Remembering Sunday.
It's going to be alright. The right smile can save you. And I plan on waking up to the biggest brown eyes I have ever met. Baby, the best ones are crazy.
Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone else's clumsy hand on your belt buckle in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants, no more poetry. Not tonight.
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