Some Sort of ApologyI won't apologize for screaming And I won't apologize for letting you see me cry. I didn't drag you inSome Sort of Apology
And I sure as hell didn't make you stay. When it comes to it I can't stop it. You'll believe it or you won't You'll make your own decisions eventually I don't have control over you Although you want it to be true. I don't have answers for you Even if you give me ones to choose from. So stay But don't expect a miracle I want you to &nb
Standing Stillafter everythingStanding Still
time stands still or seems to my surroundings stand still my mind moves but i cant tell it where
it floats
to what i said what i didnt what i couldnt
time stands but the clock runs
red blurring
and blinding
but not time only numbers red blocky numbers that hurt
the world snaps and i'm back the time i lost rushes to me
i see the clock and realize i'm tired and tomorrow will come no matter what i do no matter how hard i try to control the blurring blinding red
Losing My LogicMy thoughts and beliefs were always simple. I could always explain them in long straight lines. Tacking rational explanations onto irrational practices.Losing My Logic
But lately my mind is birthing unconventional reasons for my childhood. A childhood I thought was normal, but maybe just a little sad.
Words are being woven into bundles and being used to choke out easy answers. Answers that were hard for others to hear, but easy for me to believe. Or maybe I'm just good at convincing myself to harbor these ideas.
But now I can't use my usual lines to ease my mind. They want me to look
Fade OutFade into broken promises Yelling down the hall Fade out to empty bottles While I let go and fall Memories are jagged When you’re small and insecure Promises are empty Will you tell me what they’re for? Fade out, fade in,Fade Out
It doesn’t really matter. When you’re willing to give in Don’t say you will,
It doesn’t really matter. When your promises can kill I never tried to tell you why I cry at night in bed I wouldn’t want to taint the dream That’s in your pretty head.
ShardsBroken edges fit together perfectly to form a larger piece of a larger whole.Shards
Apart from this fracture line what do we share?
Found together in the same ground, Ground together by the same erosive age, Pounded together on the same wheel, Shaped by the same hand, Fired in the same kiln, Painted by the same stroke, Covered by the same broken glass, Molten glass.
Broken by the same blow.
Two broken pieces never met fitting together forever shards.
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