Was it really worth it all at the end? When there was nothing left more than an empty shell of everything you wanted to be. Every dream of yours that's still a dream sparkling in your eyes.. And that's all? Just a shell with those bright eyes and nothing more.
Was it really worth it all at the end? When there was nothing left more than an empty shell of everything you wanted to be. Every dream of yours that's still a dream sparkling in your eyes.. And that's all? Just a shell with those bright eyes and nothing more.
My darling, love is overrated.
People don't write sonnets when they're in love. They write about lovers lost.
And why?
Because we write better in pain, when we're sad, and when we need to let go.
The only love you should be truthful to, is the one you have for yourself. Eventually everyone else let's you down.
Sometimes it's not about YOU and whether you care.
You know you do, but you might be the only one that does.
You're so busy putting everyone else first while they're so busy putting you down that you forget who you are.
Take your time, breathe. And let all that shit go.
I miss you nan,
I wish i could fly over, walk in the front door with a loud old suitcase and hear your chuckling from the living room as you hear me cursing at it for getting stuck on the step again. Walk in from the cold into your nice cozy house at your fave time of yr.
And then walk into the living room to be greeted with a "hell-loo" like you always did
i should reach out to you.
I should stop writing sonnets
And letters.
I should stop writing things you'll never see or remember
Everything was about you.
Till my dreams drowned me
Then I came back, alive.
Me, and just me.
I woke up and realized I was living a lie.
I let you tangle your way into this complicated life
Let you make me think things could get better
Those are nights I don't want to forget
But at times, I wish i couldn't remember.