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Hanging to Forever

Yeah, I’m doing my best,/to still be here,/once this storm clears!/& in the moments,/when everything is nothing,/I’ll be where you run,/as your searching for something.

I’m tired,/of how our conversations tend to end./Too abruptly,/without warning./Let’s move on,/with half a mind,/still left behind.

I can’t let you,/let me down so easily./But when you do,/you do,/without a second thought to me!

& I know/that you’ll never,/as I’m left,/hanging to forever…

There’s only a slim hope,/for escape!/But the fact I don’t want it,/is all I hate!

& I’m left,/searching for the better of the best!/My mind continues to wonder,/& we’re stuck,/at rest!

Words conjoined,/words so frail,/just like me!/Everything you’ve done,/rejecting me,/with such ease!

Take Your Breath Away

Tell me, one day,/I can be more than nothing,/to you./& that one day,/you’ll factor me into,/everything you say & do.

Say you’ll fall,/in love with my faults!/Because what I’m willing,/to do,/for you,/there is no end./Tell me your story,/who, what, & when.

But please,/include me,/in all of your chapters, hereafter./Take a breath for me,/then let me take your breath away!/& I’ll be sure,/to do so,/at least once a day!

I would leave it all,/my familiar securities,/to be by your side…/I’m willing to leave it all, behind!

Maybe, this is crazy,/but maybe,/that’s all I need!/When I wake up,/you’re all I need to see,/to tell me,/that everything’s okay./Tell me you’ll be mine,/that’s all you need to say.

Just a bit of hope,/is all I’m asking for!/Once you’re by my side,/I’ll never ask for anything more!

Breath for Me

No way to speak,
to the world that has left me.
Left to pick up,
what will never come to be.
& it’s hard to swallow,
this reality.
Breath for me,
as you fall asleep..

Picking up the pieces,
of the brokenhearted,
is no easy task,
when your pieces are also scattered,
& you’re just wearing a mask.

Aline the lines,
aimming for the perfection,
that will never come to be.
So, breath for me,
as you fall asleep…

You never had to try,
to rip me up inside.
& you wonder why I lie.
Maybe I should have learned,
to lay down, cower, & hide.

The Pain of Love

I hope you are alone,
& drowning in your tears.
I hope you come to realize,
you brought on your own,
biggest fears.
I know the darkness of night,
will be your biggest fight.
& within your denial,
there I’ll be…
when you speak of the pain of love,
think of me.
& as your heart wilts,
then shatters,
beyond repair,
you’re only left knowing,
that life can be everything,
but fair.
Within your realization,
of every mistake,
here I’ll be…
when you think of the pain of love,
don’t forget to think of me.
& for every breath you take,
I’ll take one away.
I’ll make sure,
you wish you had stayed.

Kick back,/& forget,/all the good that has been./Shouldn’t, but we did./& once you realize,/I’m not like everyone else is,/it’ll be too late…

Maybe this will be the last,/the final time,/I let you rip my heart out./& we’ll lose the future,/we use to talk about.

As the world goes dim,/& fades to black,/only then can I start to point out,/everything you lack./As the thought of you,/slowly ends me,/I must begin to except the facts.

I sweet,/amongst the coldness of your heart./& we both fall asleep alone./But I hope I’m not alone,/as I fall apart.

So, stab me where it hurts,/the worst./Smear the love,/that should have never been,/&maybe it never was…

Kick me,/while I’m down./I am here,/but I hope you’re never found./Just know,/your imperfections are there./The difference is,/I’m not one to care.

I just want the chance,/to make sure,/you know this kind of pain./This is the kind of love,/to let go of,/because it’s bound to drive one insane.

Excuse me,/as I remember to forget…/& I hope you keep in mind,/this is the unhappiness you picked.

As the colors begin to fade,/as I lose the love we made,/I’m left to wonder,/if this is my fate.

You are packing your things,/& ignoring my screams./You don’t know how it hurts,/to try to yell,/over the drowning sound of my tears./Now I have to come to terms,/with facing my biggest fear.

As the colors continue to fade,/as you lose the love we made./You’re left to wonder if this is your fate.

Things weren’t always perfect,/but what ever is?/You won’t choose us, you won’t choose we,/I must except this./You’d never choose me.

As the colors rapidly fade,/as we lose the love we made./We’re left to wonder,/if this is our fate./Left to wonder,/if every kiss, was but, a waste…

My ex is moving today, I will either learn what it is to move on, or kill myself trying.

One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
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