Loving too much, too many things, all at once and not knowing how to contain what I'm feeling. Moments, breathable, palpable in the silence hovering in the space between. The words we'll never say, the things my chest will never let escape. Secrets that aren't really worth telling, moments that are too fleeting to even attempt to hold onto. Fingertips tapping away at a silent rhythm that mirrors my pulse, too fast at times and too heavy most others. Sweet surrender of the break down, voicing my loudest doubts and most quiet fears. You were just there and I was too, it was a moment and it wasn't lost on me, at least not yet. Trapped in something of a comical cycle of fucking up and apologizing - life, or something like it. But I can't anymore, but I can, but I'm scared, but who isn't? Sometimes I wonder if I've got it all wrong, pegged you mistakenly and wished for an alternate reality. Then I remember that's exactly what I wanted, flawed logic, mistaken identity, imperfect moments so poignant I can still taste them. Quiet down this voice inside my brain, my chest can't handle the pressure, too many, too many things, all at once.
Soundtrack:
Erin Cole-Baker - Put Me Back Together
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