over-sharing
are we sharing scars or stories?
i can’t tell the difference.
are we sharing scars or stories?
i can’t tell the difference.
what brought you back
was it your need for affection or attention ?
spare me the explanation
it comes with too much complication.
i know you.
i know you too well.
didn’t believe you then.
don’t believe you know.
what does that mean to you?
what does that mean to me?
i think you’re looking for it in the wrong place.
looking for it in the wrong places.
i don’t have the attention span
too much aggression won’t allow for my affection.
nothing’s changed.
i just write at higher stakes.
i hope you know you don’t have to worry about losing me while you find yourself.
for you, i’ll always be here. some where between understanding and appreciating what i can not.
so much solitude lives amongst the lines of misunderstood. i know when i look into your eyes.
that you’re scared to live your life amongst those lines, and i was too…
but infinite possibilities await on the other side..
behind the scenes of the art.
just look at my eyes… you & i…..
we both write about the same stars.
how far?
how far from you did i run to get closer to me?
how far have i come?
i used to want you for me,
& for you to still feel free.
but, look what that cost me.
your love, it always comes at a price,
& you just offer me a penny for my thoughts….
as if.
not troubled,
just looking for trouble.