When I look up, I see the world. Not as a whole, but as an opportunity. I can't help but wander my thoughts around the notion that I'll be alright. I muster up the courage to say the things bottled up inside. Only to remember perception is the only reality that is constant. Constant enough to hurt, only a little. Callused and war torn, I lift my own flag. Victory at last. And the fault in our stars isn't a fault at all. It isn't even ours.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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