I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
damp. damp and frothy and sticky upon
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
