siyah

there are beautiful moments spent with you that i keep replaying in my head. over and over and over again. ive picked them apart so, that theyve started to drift through the fingers of memory and time

thats what careless words do. they make people love you a little less

i am half agony, half hope

the actions you sow now are the feelings you reap at your neediest

it was better to be unknown and wishful than to meet and break over wishes

partnered yet partnerless. and that is the lesson of life. some learn early & some learn late. some still hope but i dont

why do i not ask you to say something nice anymore? is this for me to think something about or for you to do something about?

i don’t know who you are, i don’t know where you’ve been. when my bell never rings, my heart sees a stranger

time is the upend-er of every thing nice. like you and i. none from you and all of mine.

how can a cocaine addict leave so easy?

i swallow so many shards of disappointment now. i wonder how invisible can a bled out person be. how put together can a walking dead look.