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"Now I'm Stuck Living Out That Night Again..." Not Falling Apart by Maroon 5 |
You polluted my thoughts last night, as I lay awake in my bed panting from the heat of your hell. Slowly drowning in you, the complicated sea of lies that you splattered on the walls, like the blood you drew from the naive wound I have to remind. The blood has been long gone from my bedroom walls but your pain still burns inside. Desperation flourishes in my system covered in sweat from the nightmares you give me, where I cannot fight with fists or words. My bed refused me when I tried to sleep alone, empty with the lonely birds eating at my heart ache. I tried to touch myself, reach deep and pull out something hoping that I wouldn't reject myself like you. Wave after wave of chaos flooded my body taking me down into unknown depths even making Neptune full of angst. Memory games made my chest tighten heart beat decrease. Imaginations ran wild, delusions drugged up old pictures the one of you caressing my sides, bringing your lips to my neck, all those seconds spent on you a forfeited waste. Held back and stuffed into my drawers like the gifts and presents you ever gave, expecting them to make up for the real deal. I tossed and turned last night trying not to scream your name, half in disgust and half in ecstasy. My hair slashed across my face eyes dry from tears falling. Can't wake up from this, room spinning and silent before distruction. I wake up every morning wishing to face you. This weight becomes pillows over my mouth and nose suffocating my right to be free, from all the things you said and all the things you meant. Things must be re-arranged the final pieces of the puzzle fixed, all before bed time. I try hard to remember the feeling of just being together. This is Good night, Good night, many sleepless self fights: Good Night. |