if there came a day where you packed all your emotional baggage and left I’m not quite sure what I would do I would not sit and cry for I do not cry and I cannot sit still I would not listen to sad songs I would listen to loud metal rock in a hope to drown out the final words that past your lips to me and every other word you have said to me
I would not watch films or read books I would lie on my bed trying to ignore the tea stains and the blankets we curled up underneath I would stare at the ceiling trying so hard to block every part of you from my mind
I would never drink tea from the cup you gifted me I would never read Harry Potter again after all the long talks about our shared favourite series
unless I was sad about all the moments we would never share then I would sit and drink tea hoping it would drown me I would read Harry Potter watch the films and glance at fan art simultaneously i would listen to every sad song that ever reminded me of you i would sit unmoving for days tears of tea running down my face
i would not be able to not think of you over time this may change but i would always have a scar to remind me of the old wounds time never can’t heal and i will always hope that you would heal them one day
My feelings still linger Towards you. Still attached To this idea of a what if- That will never come true. I know I confessed a thousand times And I know that These scars on my heart will stay the same. I also know that How you view me will stay the same.
Maybe all that is worth mentioning, can't be mentioned. Maybe all that comes around, can't be seen. Maybe all that we hear, is inaudible. Maybe all that is meant to be, never was. Maybe all that's left, is what's felt.
What if I did without a thought What sort of troubles would be brought My fists would be black and blue And The walls would never look new
What if I did without a thought
Money would be nothing more But useless things to fill my drawer Lines and art would surely drown Every inch from the neck down
What if I did without a thought
I fear My anger will get the best I could manage all of the rest But my anger will send me through trouble Leaving my life to nothing but rubble
What if I did without a thought
I would be homeless on the streets With nothing not even bed sheets To keep me warm through the night For with my family I would fight Kick me out all on my own I’d loose my job which is something known I’d be hungry cold and thirst Which one would take me first So what if I acted without my brain It would be my life so full of pain
