I Forgot
Perhaps what I believe of humanity, of love, of all the ideals I've ever held sacred, it wrong. Perhaps I hold this all to a higher standard than it is capable of achieving. Am I wrong in my dreaming?
I never desired more than a soft word, the warmth of another body next to mine. I don't want anything more than to be held and know that the arms around me are there out of affection, out of caring, not obligation.
I forever feel like I'm drowning in you, yet you never breathed me in, never shared my desperate struggle to purge you from me, but hold you in me.
Despair is the poison you can't purge from your blood because you like the way it kills you. Hope is the drug that pushes through your veins and numbs you to the cold. Love is the disease that destroys you from the inside until there's nothing left of you, but everything of some one else. But you wouldn't have it any other way. It's the sweetest death you could ever live from.
When you're not really thinking, you have the most wonderful ideas. Then they fade away before you even realize you had them and the memory just isn't as brilliant as the original image.
I'm always blending, always fading, always mixing and mingling and becoming. I don't sit still, my mind's in a constant buzz, my hearts always racing with me to the next challenge. I don't want it though. I want to find myself some peace, and yet this soul wants more. It wants to soar above the world and see everything beautiful.
I just want to lay in the grass. I want to breathe in the earth, the sky, the sun, and moon. I want to live on a cloud and drink dark wine from a silver cup, and stand on the precipice of my imagination, only to dive off in thrilling suicide.
I can hear myself inside the walls, scratching and crawling trying to get out. I can hear myself in here, but I'm stuck. What is it I want? I can't hear me. I can't understand what I'm saying. SPEAK UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHAT DO YOU WANT??
I forgot.
I never desired more than a soft word, the warmth of another body next to mine. I don't want anything more than to be held and know that the arms around me are there out of affection, out of caring, not obligation.
I forever feel like I'm drowning in you, yet you never breathed me in, never shared my desperate struggle to purge you from me, but hold you in me.
Despair is the poison you can't purge from your blood because you like the way it kills you. Hope is the drug that pushes through your veins and numbs you to the cold. Love is the disease that destroys you from the inside until there's nothing left of you, but everything of some one else. But you wouldn't have it any other way. It's the sweetest death you could ever live from.
When you're not really thinking, you have the most wonderful ideas. Then they fade away before you even realize you had them and the memory just isn't as brilliant as the original image.
I'm always blending, always fading, always mixing and mingling and becoming. I don't sit still, my mind's in a constant buzz, my hearts always racing with me to the next challenge. I don't want it though. I want to find myself some peace, and yet this soul wants more. It wants to soar above the world and see everything beautiful.
I just want to lay in the grass. I want to breathe in the earth, the sky, the sun, and moon. I want to live on a cloud and drink dark wine from a silver cup, and stand on the precipice of my imagination, only to dive off in thrilling suicide.
I can hear myself inside the walls, scratching and crawling trying to get out. I can hear myself in here, but I'm stuck. What is it I want? I can't hear me. I can't understand what I'm saying. SPEAK UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHAT DO YOU WANT??
I forgot.
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