Everyone

Everyone I've ever cared about either dies, or they simply disappear.

So, I make it a point to never get too close to anyone. 

Yesterday

Yesterday's shadows are today's problems. It eventually catches up with us. All of us. 

We try to pretend it's not happening, but it does. We learn to live with it, move on.

But it really never goes away. 

Hello

It's been awhile, too long. How are you?

My Love,... 

I'm still here, resentful, so full of pain. 

But I'm still here,...  are you?

I Miss You

Dear Love, I miss you. 

More than I can put into words, I miss you. 

I miss you as soon as I wake up, and right before I go to sleep. 

I miss you. 

You are always in my thoughts, I can only hope that I'm in yours too. 

Dear Love, I love you. 

Goodnight, and Happy Birthday. 

Mo grá

Dia duit mo Grá. Chailleann tú mé, agus smaoineamh ar tú ó lá go lá. Tá mé caillte gan do ghrá.

Goodnight

Goodnight, Love
Goodnight

I miss you, and think about you often
Even more now

I hope you're happy, I hope you feel safe
I love you

Always have, always will

Not Dead

Can't stop thinking, can't stop moving forward
My legs feel like lead, my heart dragging behind me
So tired, so fed up

Need to keep focused, need to not lose sight

Want to give up, but can't
Never

Not done yet
Not dead

Us

If not today, then when?

When was the last time we really talked?

Do you remember?

When did we start lying to each other?

When did it all start falling apart?


These are some questions, I ask myself.
When did we give up on us?
When did we give up on ourselves?

Don't Forget Me

I'm so hurt, you broke me.
I expected more, I hoped for more.

Why?

I honestly sacrificed a lot to be here.
You promised, but never delivered.

You chose to walk away, leaving me alone.

And alone I am, still.
Burnt, and without purpose. 

Missing a person that doesn't miss me.

I love you woman.

Please don't forget me.

These Days

These days we all seem to jump to conclusions

It's lazy, and short sighted, but yet we all still do it

Love

The strange thing about love is we're always asking ourselves if this is really love.

Deep down we know, but yet we still ask ourselves. 

I'm Human

I always seem to find a way to sabotage everything that matters to me

I'm an idiot, controlled by fear

I'm human, I have no excuse, or an explanation

 

 

Run

I want to scream, I want to run

Run far away from everything, and everyone I know. 

Just run

It's been so long since I felt like I belonged anywhere, I almost don't remember what it felt like

Holiday's and birthday's pass without a phone call, Facebook doesn't count

Intimacy is a stranger to me, just a little affection, a brush of the skin, a hug, a kiss

It's rare, and almost nonexistent 

On the outside looking in