I wonder how you would see me if we never stopped.
I wonder how things would feel if we never ended.
I wonder how I would sound, or if I would've stopped drinking.
I wonder if your smile would be brighter or you'd hold my hand tighter.
I wonder what we would be if we never stopped...

Being lonely does not mean actually being alone
Being lonely could mean you have loads of friends,
But you are alone in your head
You don't trust your "friends"
You don't need to be single to be lonely
You can be dating someone and feel empty and alone
Being alone is such a dark thing
Looking around and seeing everyone but,
Feeling lonely
Being lonely is like your eyes see black all the time

I’ve never once held true love...
I’d imagine it would be like holding a glass ball

It’s nice- Dancing with fragility,
Swaying to a beat that sounds like Forever,
Just trying not drop it

When you look into it,
you see an alternate version of reality,
A beautiful, warped world that holds light differently  
I’ve never looked through that glass

See, I’m the wise single friend at the party
Hiding behind a facade
Of freedom and independence
Chanting the mantra of
“you don’t need no man”
But that doesn’t mean I’m not looking

Right now I’m stuck in the biggest game
of Marco-polo I have ever played
And I don’t remember the game being so hard...

“There’s plenty of fish in the sea” they say
Yet day after day, I stand upon a boat
Calling our into a sea of potential...

Not once have I ever heard a polo in reply...

Beautiful,
The day of you
that left the night
in evening.

Beautiful Light
that leaves me
Smiling

Beautiful a
Darkness
leaves a grieving

Beautiful
Nighttime falls
and daylight gleaming

Beauty, a wonder
of yours I
Beauty oh, you’re
beauty to come by
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You sound healthy
Strong, like you are okay

You see me smile so brightly,
I'm hurt

You smell exactly the same as before I left: cinnamon and tears

I wonder if you taste the same, warm as a hug
As I go to reach out for you,
You feel nothing, and I feel cold

He is my sun
he is my light
he is perfect
but he doesn't believe me.

I hide my love from him
I see the way he looks at someone else
he likes him and I understand
I wish he felt the same

We like a lot of the same things
we talk a lot about them
and yet
he only sees me as a friend

I think we’re both holding on to something that isn’t there but we’re too afraid to let go.

I’m too afraid to let you go.