Trouble spilling in paradise I won't make a peep Words worthless anyhow You know talk is cheap I keep struggles stitched up tight In patches sewn underneath my skin Stress wears seams until they snap Bystanders get a glimpse within And God forbid living souls witness Damage or wear and tear I strive to become a statue Motionless to every passing stare I know you wish to be perfect Such a thing does not exist I am not the best at navigating Trails of life that turn and twist I am rueful for not being grateful The way you juggle our problems with skill Probably am an anchor you drag along Not quitting though hike is uphill I long to help carry burdens My arms are simply too thin Fear I'll drop precious cargo from hands Soon as movement begins I would not blame you if resentment Started erecting high walls Disappointment forced you away from me On road paved with regret and missed calls I don't hear how you are able to see beauty In my reflection I just see my mistakes Don't have an explanation For why heart constantly aches« But you lift the sun a little bit higher Clearing dark clouds in skies With flick of the wrist you beckon their return Rain pours from both heaven and my tired eyes I do not think I deserve most poor treatment All I want is to find your laughter You've got this bad habit of putting me down Feeling bad for it after I should battle FOR you Not with you Be my first priority If you stopped imprisoning my heart Would realize it's you who holds the key
Putting something you love in a Box will only make it that more likely to fly away once it is finally opened
Sometimes it's as simple as squeezing one thought into one quotation Sometimes it's too wordy to reach that satisfaction following an end Sometimes it's simple but ya can't find the words while missing all the signs Sometimes it's complicated but can be illustrated in just a few lines Sometimes you can't figure out how to coax it out Sometimes there's no stopping it from getting out and wandering about
I can't do what you need me to do Not naturally capable Unable to be who you want me to be Impossibly impossible I might fight the fight you wish me to fight Adrenaline is incredible Shouldn't have to bow or bend to your will Especially if we're equal I refuse to kiss the ring like you're expecting Laughably satirical This polished **** won't gleem like you'd like it too Completely unreasonable
I'm not afraid of gods Not particularly afraid of man The ones that give me pause Are the ones who think they themselves Are made in the image of their gods Gods by association, what are the odds? They will stop at nothing To hide the fact They're both a fraud I swear to god
Sometimes, I wish I could stop breathing for more than a minute. Because breathing means I'm fighting. And God, I can't tell you the last time I thought I had a good reason why. Maybe it's in my blood. Maybe it's just a matter of time. Or maybe, just maybe... you don't need to have a good reason to fight.
I'm forced to dam the tears A practice made perfect through the rough years Not because I don't care Not because I can't care Not because I don't want you to know they're always right there But because if I let them begin to pour I can't convince myself I could stop them anymore There's a nonzero chance I could be crying for years Long past the pain and far beyond the fears So I **** the tears
In the depths of my soul, a question does arise. When will I cease to weave verses about your guise? For with every breath, your essence fills my pen, And my words dance in rhythm, again and again.
I'll keep crafting poems about you, night and day.
my roots weave a basket in this shallow *** wish i got more than i got wish i got what i sought my face feels different in the mirror now shot with an arrow but it i caught the only thing i could ever stop wish i got what it sought
