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Mementooo

don’t even know how long she’s been gone.

It’s like I’ve woken up in the bed and she’s not here…

…because she’s gone to the bathroom or something.

But somehow, I know she’s never gonna come back to bed.




If I could just…

…reach over and touch…

…her side of the bed…

…I would know that it was cold, but I can’t.



I know I can’t have her back…

…but I don’t want to wake up in the morning, thinking she’s still here.

.


I lie here not knowing…

…how long I’ve been alone.



So how…

…how can I heal?

How am I supposed to heal,

if I can’t…

…feel time?

My stomach aches
and I'm realizing at this point my two lives aren't ever going to balance quite right
it's fine it's fine
because as it goes
I can be strong and weak and little and tall and still be
fine with this seperation
holding his green
and our gold
it doesn't matter if it doesn't fit just right all the time

if I care, and you care, what does that have to matter?
We're all a little different,
all a little scared
but whatever it is,
I don't care

breaking fear,
is harder then standing up to whiskey laced breathe
and razor blade words.

the little cut on my ankle keeps me to occupied with the time.
waiting
waiting


One more day, and no more grey
One more day

I don't know

who the fuck you think wrote that,
but it wasn't ME.

If i had a problem with you, i'd just spit it out, i don't need hidden little messages on a dumb wwebsite to tell you the truth

Burning

a candle at both ends,
wait more then both.

Fucking everything is weighted, and i don't need to hear this shit from all ends, i've got some many ears, so many problems, and only so thin i can spread myself.

Seth Devlin: Did you call the fucking cops?
Donnie: Deus ex machina...
Seth Devlin: What did you say? What the fuck did you just say?
Donnie: Our saviour.