Galaxies between us.



Life’s too short to fucking worry like this.

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it depends how long

your heart will want me for

i guess i can’t be the judge

for you don’t even know

what you want in your future

in full perspective, now.

i can understand though,

although what else should you expect?

for me to not understand,

and break up with you instead?

break up with me now

if you don’t think it’ll work out

that’ll make it easier on me

especially if you can know

as soon as can be.

if you want your lust

priveleges back, then go ahead

leave me now

i’d rather live and be alone

than have you as mine

as well as being shallow

you claim i’m the only one you see

but you could be looking at others

the same way you look at me

you could be free again,

you could want your freedom back again

and oh, trust me i understand

it’s how people “work”, right?

it’s how we make amends.

it’s how everyone’s brains conceive things

we change for the best or the worst

you just gotta know what and who you want

as a consistency in your life

for you’ll be a much happier being

unless you want freedom all your life

that’s okay too though

you made the choice.

i made the choice to be with you

and you made the choice too

you made a choice to drink

i made the choice to cut my skin through

we made the choice to hurt each other

even if it wasn’t right.

but i thought to myself

what all makes us different.

we listen to each other

we’re passionate about our love.

we’re everything i’d ever hope for

in a healthy relationship.

trust needs to be revived

but i’m sure we’ll survive.

sure, we’ll survive with every choice we make.

if we were to lose each other,

what’s really at stake?

There’s a possibility
There’s a possibility
All that I had was all I gon’ get
There’s a possibility
There’s a possibility
All I gon get is gone with your step

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility
I wouldn’t know

Know that when you leave
Know that when you leave
By blood and by mean
You walk like a thieve
By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility
I wouldn’t know

Tell me when my sigh is over
You’re the reason why I’m close
Tell me if you hear me falling
There’s a possibility
It wouldn’t show

By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave
By blood and by mean
I follow your lead

new set of mind

i set my mind to more fine lines

it’s crazy how my brain never stops

it never stops thinking of solutions

solutions to problems

solutions to things i long for

solutions to things

that even i’m unconscious of choosing

it makes the decision to change

my ways, or my days

from hot to cold

from emotional to a better state that

i should have been in, instead.

she’s too emotional, she’s too sensitive

she’s too sentimental

it’s hard to not believe

the things you’ve heard people say

throughout your whole life

fuck them anyways, they’ll never

have the heart to really understand.

the ones who claimed they really knew

they really knew “the real you”

it’s bullshit though

it only caused pain

it only caused mistrust in

believing people are selfless

-the ones who didn’t care

as much as you thought

the ones who left me behind

to move on with their better life

i’m trying my best

but you don’t know half of it

half of the thoughts that go through my head

it’s so hard to keep on thought though

they come and go so quickly

small frame flat chest

i wait here for my eyes to rest

can’t sleep from the heat

i let my tears fall on the sheet

talk to myself

talk myself to death

i’ll tell myself a million times

"you’re ok, it’ll be ok"
"you’re ok, it’ll be ok"
"you’re ok, it’ll be ok"
"you’re ok, it’ll be ok"

'cause there's no such thing

as a white knight in shining armor

my father was always the guy

who assured me he’d be there one day

but who’s to say it’s a real fantasy

i don’t mean to cry so much

it’s from anger, from being torn

from the doubts of people caring

i told myself today

no one cares as much as they say


i guess i just learned
that with wear and tear, people can change their minds
they change their minds
because we’ve become accustomed
to the lifestyle that that’s okay
it’s not me, though
and i’m okay with that.

i don’t fit in that crease
where all the typical people and relationships meet
i don’t fit in the hole where people need to dig themselves out and start over

i don’t fit in where people change their minds
they refuse to believe me
refuse to believe me
refuse to believe anything different then to what
they’ve been raised
which is why no one cares
only about themselves

 
it’s something we’re fit to do
something our elders left us behind
but it’s not fair
what about a different piece of mind?