11 November 2010

You May Tire of Me As Our December Sun Is Setting.

Oh, it's so easy to not feel.

It's so admirable to confront your emotions head on and take deep breath and swan dive into your subconscious.  Mine is unsettling.  I am treading on ice that is bound to break, and God knows I'm not ready to drown.  I can't hold back anymore though, it's like a great weight that's tearing my body in two.  It's always these late lonely nights that get me thinking, and I can't help but wonder why I'm stuck in this perpetuating distant feeling.  I need someone to close the door on this life and open my heart to something new.  I need closure, I need closer, I need distance, I need space.

I don't know what I need now, next.  Cyclical belief in something better to come.  Still I find myself disappointed.  Every morning I wake up to the same tired reality.  It's not life, it's not anybody else, it's me.  I'm too confused to set straight, I'm too in love with everything to keep my heart in one piece, I'm too tame to pretend to be wild.  I need oxygen.  Somebody to tend to my growth until I bloom.  It's become too painful not to.  I refuse to hold back on account of somebody else's reaction.  You don't like me this way, anymore, right now?  Leave me.

Soundtrack:
Death Cab - Brothers On A Hotel Bed

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