WHAT SHOULD ANYONE EXPECT FROM SOMEONE LIKE YOU

Well, you know I don’t speak words
You know these are emotions coming out
Of a living past that we had not
And I don’t want the future to be the only fucking thing I got

It’s foggy and my feet are glued to the ground
‘Cause it’s you I’ve been withholding seven years from now
And every place shouts your presence,
Everything shouts your name
I dreamt you were trying to erase yourself to never ever start again

Fool,
To think maybe one day you could reach my stage
To try and make things right when I know you’re reigned by rage
Cold,
My mind has to be for the things I need to mend
For the love of my life to be diagnosed as a friend (my friend)

Well, I heard “third time’s the charm”
And I’ll give you Judas a try
Is this what, is this what love is?
This devotion makes me sick
But I’ll be glad if you stop by…

Fool,

My mind has to be for the things I need to mend

And cold,

 For the love of my life to be diagnosed as a friend

Well, you know I find so funny
The ambiguity we can feel
A so-hearted past time spent, an opened cut I didn’t heal
So yes, now I’m able, I can hate too
But I don’t want the future to be the only fucking thing I got…
From you.

TO A DEAD. ONE.

You're dead. Till you raise your arm.

You're dead. Till your heart beats. And beats. Again.

Near me.

So dead.

Away. From me.

In that sense

I love. You.

Every day. I dream this place.

You lying. And frozen and white.

So damn beautifully. Pale.

Because we were love. 

I was slave.

You were blind.

And so you hate me.

You ate me good.

So good.

And how do I taste

You stupid silly childish

Immature dim-witted but still growing one?

Sorry these notes if they make no sense

But they are what’s left of you in me.

And so. I know. I'll have to write. A lot. More.

Listen.

These ones: …     were yours.