impermanence

thirty-two.

𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈.

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i don't think about you
all the time, but when i do
i want to be with you

staring out the window
driving home in the dark
nobody reminded me
feelings could hurt this hard

i want to tell you how i feel
but i'm afraid to wreck it all
somebody stop me before i fall

i avoid the pictures of you on my phone
and sit here feeling all alone

i wish to intertwine your hand
with mine
and be there with you all the time
then i hate the idea a minute later

the lights are all on,
but the tv is off and
there's this weight on my chest
that hasn't gone away in days

i wait for your name on my screen
but nobody ever texts me

everything is too loud
everything is too quiet

and i'm tired
i'm tired
i'm tired

the blankets on my bed
are slowly turning red
as my heart bleeds out
and i return to the ground

i've been eating too much sour candy
and my mouth tastes like copper
like i am made of metal, not real

and i suppose it makes sense
cause i can't look in the mirror
and you look right through me
every minute of every day

icarus flew too close to the sun
and i felt too much all at once