I like your eyes right after you cry

crystal and repaired

I’m sorry I have run out of excuses
Nothing left to wave yet another red flag,

I didn’t because I didn’t and I’m sorry. I sleep in my moms bedroom until my dad goes to bed because I still feel safe, I still feel full of something

And I’m nothing without her.

I’m a tree in a forest,
Pretty strawberry blonde hair,
Hiding in the middle of the open,
Words to say but no one to express
Passing faces but nobody wants to stay
Been not showing up to work like I can live off of guilt

Can still be strong enough to march on when I’m holding onto a line of emotion that I have caused

today I strung along with my pink backpack and hat that didn't fit

I walked alone with the breeze and eyes that walked instead of feet

down to the place I always go, where I see people come in and out

of my view and nocturnal youth only knowing what they can see

I don't blame them for having more friends than me

for socializing and living

for that's who I am

and that's what I'm missing

but I stay tucked in my corner

in case the sky breaks

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standing strong for as long as you can,
and sitting down to retrieve a breath

my routine
till death

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The eyes of a woman hang low in the night and glance at no one but themselves, for some, relaxation doesn't exist and intensity persists. You can live tense but there wouldn't be much room left for you.
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