Lost and Found
I thought that without you, I would be lost. Hopelessly wandering, hopelessly searching, hopelessly hopeless without you. I thought that inhaling your absence would leave me gasping for air. I wanted so desperately for you to be the answer to all of my problems. Everything has been bleak for a while now. Happiness only stays temporarily as the swords of sadness rip my lungs and heart out, voiding me of the could-be's and the what- if's. I am happy, for the most part, for I easily imbibe the emotions around me. I want to go home, but home is no longer with you. You are not a photograph that can be reached at arms length.
I thought that without you, I would be lost. You are too conscious of your effect on people, cruelly using it to your advantage. Taking anyone you wanted with no regard to any emotion that lingered afterwards, slowly suffocating all the shattered pieces of people that you left behind. I chose to believe every word that I was fed. And I was selfish to think that you could love me more than you love yourself.
I thought that without you, I would be lost. I have love letters etched into my skin with invisible ink, I walk aimlessly unaware that you will always be with me. I feel the sting now that you are away. My heart pulses for you like a hummingbirds wings. My fingers trace my brain searching for the good memories like a filing cabinet but they are hidden deep away. As cliché as it sounds, you are thorns on a rose; your beauty was temptation in itself. You looked at me and suddenly roses with thorns formed in my chest.
I thought that without you, I would be lost. I would be alone and lonely all at once. I did not know that you were the darkness that would consume me every night; a silhouette of what once was.
And once upon a time, I found myself in the wake of a sunset; I am able to breathe again and I bathe in the glory of emptying my veins and arteries as they pour out candlelit dinners and intertwined fingers that have come undone.
I thought that without you, I would be lost. You are too conscious of your effect on people, cruelly using it to your advantage. Taking anyone you wanted with no regard to any emotion that lingered afterwards, slowly suffocating all the shattered pieces of people that you left behind. I chose to believe every word that I was fed. And I was selfish to think that you could love me more than you love yourself.
I thought that without you, I would be lost. I have love letters etched into my skin with invisible ink, I walk aimlessly unaware that you will always be with me. I feel the sting now that you are away. My heart pulses for you like a hummingbirds wings. My fingers trace my brain searching for the good memories like a filing cabinet but they are hidden deep away. As cliché as it sounds, you are thorns on a rose; your beauty was temptation in itself. You looked at me and suddenly roses with thorns formed in my chest.
I thought that without you, I would be lost. I would be alone and lonely all at once. I did not know that you were the darkness that would consume me every night; a silhouette of what once was.
And once upon a time, I found myself in the wake of a sunset; I am able to breathe again and I bathe in the glory of emptying my veins and arteries as they pour out candlelit dinners and intertwined fingers that have come undone.