I don’t know what love is
I just can’t wrap my head around it
Like the size of the universe
Love makes people do crazy things, but it just usually makes me curse
How could you not lose hope and keep lining up shells?
Because of love
I am third wheeling it
And it’s lonely
But not for the lovers, only
They are unconsciously awake
Let’s travel
And get a plane ticket
To a place where our hearts don’t feel heavy with atmosphere
Dear,
Let’s start again
Even if I feel like a spring…
Stressed out
Is how I work
Otherwise
I just sit on my ass instead of taking to the skies
I need to get away to any other place
A new reality where I will not be a sad tragedy
But will have a happily ever after
Filled with much laughter
Because any other place has got to be better
I currently live in a deep cave of a library, that’s full of empty dreams
I stare at the ceiling as I scream with laryngitis
And I feel the shelves towering over me, all around
I'm a story that someone forgot to put down
And I just want to be put on the shelf
Sometimes it seems like I can see the most clearly when I am blinded by tears
Because that’s when I'm not avoiding my feelings
It’s like I am able to see the lopsided way the world moves
The inner working grooves
That are so complicatingly simple
I wonder not when, but if the pieces will ever fall together
Being the mismatching misfit that I am
I don’t know if I am a puzzle that can be put together; maybe I was made wrong
All along,
A factory mishap
I want you to hold me as close as pages of a book that are bound to the spine
Because maybe
You could force and weld pieces of me together and get readjusted
As I fall apart and become more rusted
Like the tin man
I have a heart
I just don’t like to let on to that,
It’s actually not stone cold at all
It’s quite the opposite
It’s all mushy and squishy