Overheads.
Posted July 27, 2006
Youve forced me into love, with every inch of your skin, with every single skeleton left in your empty closets, with bats swooping along overheads, with ever sorrow sigh. Force me into nothing new; Force me into hating you. Im sick of waking up to every rising sun wondering why your not there. One more moment by your side, one more chance to have your hands intertwined with mine. Before you ever left I could have told you how much I really still cared but airports and plan rides have their way of blocking my words and admitting everything I need to stay. Oh I know theres always something to blame. Right now I could sit here; I could sulk over every word I could have said just get you to hold me a little longer or a moment I could have said something to make you stay.
Now, now youre gone.
I hope this was worth getting up for; everything is worth waking up for. Darkened rooms, Dreary skies, theyre addicted to overcast. Soften lips, Licked with grace, theyre kissed with painful times, they wont silence the meaning of broken hearts. Holding on tight I staid up embraced to the notebook that holds my thoughts conveying them all to the words That controls every element of my feeling. Why does it have to be, that I cant stop grabbing a hold every word you put down in ink
to smudge the words, That I cant stop myself to seek to find everything you ever wanted to find I need to stop myself to care, So pleas stop caring.
