You really want to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes. ~
Everyday when I wake up, I'm a light switch, balancing on the edge of being okay and then falling into a excavation of darkness. As if a single touch, a single word, I'm a burnt out lampshade and you can't read a single word because reading in the dark burns your eyes.
I can't seem to escape you. Yet I want you to chase after me so I have a purpose to keep my back facing you; as if you were reminded of every knife that you stabbed into my back, but don't forget about the bullet that you shoved deep into my heart. My heart beats abnormally because every time I attempt to forget about you, I'm prompted by your looks, your personality that I envy. God, your life is so... so perfect.
The memories of you fade from my mind and it's a fire in my chest every time I try to forget. I remember one day I said, "I know we'll be friends for a long long time." Is that true?
As each year passes, it's a celebration because it's supposed to be a new chance to start over. I think that if you were to talk to me again, I'd rather suffer in my hole than spit sins from my tongue ever again.
