Partlines

I wish that I could amount to more,

Than crumpled paper of wasted potential lying on the floor.

All these part lines and part verses,

All these made up and forgotten universes.

They are my own invented curses

And dead bodies don’t look like I thought they were going too,

It destroys me when we fight,

I take my sword and my shield,

But it’s never enough.

The world is too damn tough,

I take another hit.

I don’t know if I can get back up.

And now I’m lying on the ground,

While the world is crashing down.

I’m tired of fighting to survive,

You never complain when I want to to go home,

It’s like a hole cut in my life,

And you’re stood holding the knife.

The hours feel like seconds when you say you have to leave,

Wonder if there’s anything that will make you stay with me.

So I’ll beg and I’ll hope and I’ll plead,

Baby please...

Dont go, just stay.

Honey when you go away,

My heart can barely hold a beat.

You saw right through my perfect disguise,

You show up at my house,

Unannounced and unexpected.

Talking shit about how it’s time we reconnected,

But I know that you’re not looking for a long time.

You’re just looking for a good night,

And maybe if this were two years ago I’d want you in my life.

I get so unsure of myself and my plans and the world,

He said, “I’ll hold your hand as long as you need me.”

I find myself praying to a God I don’t believe in,

Ask them for a miracle, a cure or just more time.

Each time I get no reply,

I panic every time the phone rings.

Get upset over little things,