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There’s so much time, so much space
But not much to say
To fill the silence,
To fill the void,
To distract my mind from all things I fear.

There’s so much time, so much space
But not much to do
To fill the silence,
To fill the void,
When I just want you to hold me and say things will be okay.

My heart is aching, and I’m scared
And I can’t tell you this for fear
Of what you’d say,
Of what you’d think.

There’s a pit it my heart and it hurts,
And I just want things to be fine
But what if they aren’t.

Better in the Morning

Said I’d be better in the morning,
But I lied.
For my heart is full, and my eyes are heavy,
Yet tears wouldn’t fall, I hoped they would,
Then

I’d be better in the morning,
But of course that’s a lie,
A wish I hope was true, though I know it isn’t,
Yet tears wouldn’t fall, I hoped they would,
I hope

Be better in the morning
And now my chest swells and I can’t breathe,
Maybe tears would fall, but I don’t want you to hear me, I breathe–

Better in the morning
Is a lie I tell myself when I’m up all night,
When I’m not all right,
Still tears won’t fall, the faintest release I could find is still out of reach.

Musings

Always better to stay in the surface where it is sunny and warm,
Cos when you go underneath you’ll learn that the light barely gets through–

And it’s cold and dark and although you know the world is out there,
You couldn’t shake that empty feeling off.

And you start to get comfortable,
And though you know it’s gonna get you,
It’s gonna drown you—

You’ve somehow made peace with that.

Then you keep thinking of things that make you feel worse,
Til the weight of the words pull you down deeper,
Deeper til you couldn’t feel your limbs,
Deeper til your eyes water and your head implodes–

Deeper, til there is nothing but the deep.

And you float there, in silence,
And nothing else matters.

I wish it was that easy
To escape, to get away–
To be free from this prison that is my own mind,
Or if not, at least from this life.

I wish it was that easy.

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I’m still getting used to saying your name
I still blush when you say mine
I’m still yet to make the connection between you calling me
And the fact that it’s me you’re calling.

I still look away when you look my way,
Look down to hide this smile I think is showing.

Pardon me for staring,
Your lashes– they’re so pretty when they curl up,
And when you smile, the way you smile when you’ve got a good night’s sleep
Or filled with bliss for reasons unknown–
When you smile that smile and look at me,
My heart flutters just a tiny bit and I know I am where I wanna be.

I wish you don’t notice that I notice but at least I only stare when you aren’t.

When You Tell Me You Like Me

When you tell me you like me.

When you tell me you like me,
I stop myself from asking why.
I would love to know, love to know you,
Love to know myself through you,
But I am scared.

Scared to know what it is that you like about me,
Scared to know what it means about the other things about me.

When you tell me you like me,
I stop myself from asking why.
I’m terrified to know, love to know you,
Terrified to know myself through you,
And I am scared.

Scared one day I’ll stop being the me you like.
Scared one day you’ll stop liking me when I stop being the me you like.

When you tell me you like me,
I stop myself from asking why.
I would love to know, love you know you,
Terrified that I’d love to know myself through you.

Scared this innocent curiosity is narcissism rearing is ugly head.
Scared this wonder is nothing but a stroke to my ego, saying, “Tell me more.”

When you tell me you like me,
I stop myself from asking why.
I get conscious and shy, all-red and flustered,
I am happy that you tell me so but now I cannot look you in the eyes.
I would furrow my brows and sigh but inside my heart is smiling, my face getting hot by the moment—

 

I am breathless.

 

When you tell me you like me,
I stop myself from asking why.

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I feel so much better now
As my eyes smile with my lips
          and empty smiles are now happy sighs
          and it’s beautiful.

You’re a fresh start
You’re from somewhere I know no one,
You’re from somewhere I am no one,
          detached from my past or friends or anything
          and it’s beautiful.

You’re a new beginning
And the past doesn’t seem to bother me anymore
          not yours, not mine, not anything,
          and for the first time in a long while nothing matters and I’m happy
          nothing matters and we’re happy and it’s beautiful.

go.

I go back to wondering if I said something wrong
Or uninteresting, or less profound,
Something undeserving of a response or anything,
I wonder and I,
I realize what this is.

I go back here feeling anxious,
Drum beating in my chest, my ears hot,
Face flushed, and I don’t know why,
Until I do,
And I realize what this is.

And for a moment I consider the possibilities,
The what if’s, the could be’s,
The truth that it may possibly happen,
If I let it happen,
And I don’t know if I don’t want it to happen.

My heart aches and I am scared and I smile foolishly,
And chastise myself from this folly,
No–
I don’t know.