Music/title: We Move Like the Ocean; Bad Suns
“Sit me down.”
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The pain is only temporary, love..
Now that is truly something to fear….
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Perhaps this is how it’s meant to end..
Maybe that’s just it– Maybe we’re never really meant to know the outcome
our Oh-so-Irreverent choices lead us to believe we’re dealt.
My choices? …..I fucking hate them.
Just like every other human on the planet-
I want my life simple. Complete.
We want this cookie cutter lifestyle, but here we always are…
Dealing ourselves another round of cards, when the game is over and lost.
Do we ever really quit?
Is there ever really an “end game” like they lead us to believe?
I s’pose here’s to finding out….
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Written near the end of last year, but god be damned- I couldn’t end my project on such a depressing note…
So here we are. Updated blog, with non-uplifting thoughts.
More to come. ::smiles::
Music/title: All Choked Up; Say Anything
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I felt the anger, the frustration all bubbling up inside me.
But there you lay- So small… So caught up in fighting your inner demons.
I felt it all melting. Felt the tiny strings of my heart pulling tight with each thought….
Fucking worthless- Piece of insignificant shit. …How could you?!
I closed my eyes, pressing my head against yours..
My hands clutched at the base of your neck.
I let my lips find you.
I felt your apathy. Your hatred. And I felt every demon.
…I kissed you again. And again… I felt your seclusion falling away,
And I felt you kiss me back…
Is this what it means?
To so strongly love that you cease your own emotions…
Music/title: Hope; We Came As Romans
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Isn’t it always this way?
Always on the wrong side of the glass- Looking in, never out…
I know you’re scared.
I know deep down that you’re fighting the inevitable.
And I wish I could give you my experiences; taking all the horrible things I’ve done-
Showing you it’s not so bad as all that.
We will be free from this… From them..
Music/title: Invisible Monsters; Motion City Soundtrack
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I’d like to say I have it all figure out,
But you know better than anyone that’s not true.
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Why am I here… Why are any of us?
Everyone thinks they have the answers….
But what makes me so comfortable admitting that I don’t?
I used to watch the world around me.
I watched everyone live encompassed in their safe, warm little bubbles of life.
I watched them stuck in their day-in-day-out routine,
When, in reality, I felt I was one of the few people truly living…
What made me so different?
Because I knew how harsh and cruel the world could actually be?
[ …Does my strength make you weak? ]
I lost a friend because I felt them inferior.
I lost a friend because I loved them enough to tell them the truth.
I lost a friend because that truth brought them fear…
Maybe this is how it always ends.
Maybe this is how it will always be.
…..What makes me so comfortable admitting that?
Music/title: Fog; From Indian Lakes
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I would’ve given you anything in that moment-
Whatever you named, it was yours…
Holding your head in my lap, as I did a year ago…
I felt your tears streaming onto my skin-
My heart aching to watch you desperately cling to the boy inside.
You’re never really old enough to deal with these things.
….And I’m sorry you have to.
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Music/title: We Follow; From Indian Lakes
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Is this what we’re to become?
[ ..Is this what you really deserve? ]
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Music/title: Lean On (Major Lazer x DJ Snake feat. MØ cover); Miracles of Modern Science
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How am I supposed to do this?
How am I supposed to give up my time with you for them?
I was so ready not long ago,
And now I’m doubting every urge within myself.
Something tells me I will just know when it’s right, but what if I’m too late?
What if my mind is ready, but my body has far past its limitations?
I fucking hate this.
I hate the urges. I hate the pressure. I don’t even fucking WANT them.
YOU are the only reason I want any of this…
Am I so wrong to be terrified that they will take you away?
Then who would I be?
Surely not the person that created this ‘love’…..
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