Close enough to touch
Is also close enough to cut
To open the floodgates
On an overflowing heart
The last time I let myself feel
I couldn’t make it stop
Once the light turns on, it stays on
And lying there, in plain sight
The debris of my whole mind
And you can swim away and I’m stuck
Standing in my own mess
Picking myself back up again
It’s not that I don’t want love
It’s that I have much too much
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i
grasping at straws trying to find the words anything, in any language, that could possibly do you justice. an impossible feat writer's block returns to me flabbergasted, swallowed whole by this feelin