hopelessly-me

In chambers of the heart, a tale I'll weave, Of love's enigma, fickle and bereaved. With words of longing, let my pen confess, The ache of love's pursuit, a tangled mess. Beneath the moonlit sky, our paths

like to ride with my seatbelt off i know it’s reckless but who cares floating rock right? but it’s not that simple i’ll ride with my seatbelt off and hope that you’ll be here tomorrow and hope that you’re

space feels so weird in a world where space doesn’t exist it’s strange to give it it’s strange to get it space feels scary space feels angry space feels sad i want space i need space you want space you

when you feel surrounded by love is when you feel most alone where there is someone to fill your empty space there’s always something missing as if that void we have isn’t physical or emotional maybe it’s

i waited to see if you’d look back but you never did honestly, not once which always shocked me but in fact was always a telling sign that to you i was nothing nothing more than a sweet guy you could talk

it’s you of course it’s you it’s always been you that’s what i’ve always wanted to hear not that it’s very realistic or even an ideal situation after all i should know that you’re feeling that and not

i hate this feeling i hate feeling like i miss you i know i miss you i know you’re bad i know we’re bad i know i’m bad i know it’s bad but i don’t want to think about the bad i want to remember all of

the last year has been so fucking weird. ups and downs downs and outs there were moments i thought covid was a joke and moments where i was terrified to leave my house moments where i thought i’d found

you’re such an asshole i’ve decided that when you knowingly do shit to break my heart time and time again and keep me close enough just to make sure that your ego is boosted so that you can go out and

the heart is a funny thing it can love and it can hurt but it always heals, or at least it tries to whatever that means it’s kinda like roses that grows out towards the things it needs like the sun and

conflicted between knowing that it won’t work and being happy that i can finally try and move on and being disappointed that it won’t work and wanting to keep working at it conflicted between feeling like

the thing about missing someone that they don’t tell you about is that it never actually gets easier to miss them the pain of it never really goes away but you begin to repair your life around the void