i find it hard to sleep without you
so i'll lay awake
and let the nausea consume me
until my heart is pounding out of my chest
a morse code asking for you
to come home, to me, whichever is faster
and the broken keys on my piano
only let me hear the melancholy melodies
i try not to think about
when i'm laying in the dark
alone.
but here we are,
miles,
and hours,
and lightyears apart
so that part of me wonders if this is for the best
but i remember that this isn't how we are intended
there's greater things ahead
and perseverance is our greatest combined strength
along with stubbornness
and pride
and all those things that i know
we're not supposed to be proud of
but maybe that's why we are
destined for those great things
and work so well
a machine oiled in spite
and ill-intent to make a differnce
no matter the cost,
no matter the price.
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