romance

They always said it made no sense, to dig through my arm looking for answers
I guess it goes to say I never made much sense
Seeking for nothing yet being afraid of emptiness
Contradicting the motions I go through
I slide down on the roof, climbing on the edge
I pictured my death but remained scared of falling

Cigarette perched on my unpracticed lips
Reminding myself of times lost and foreign hugs
Bodies I detest and want to change
Smirks I want to wipe off your lips
One more time

Yet still, comfort finds it’s way into my lungs
Seeping through memories and forgetting the bad
Once lost always remembered
But why do we forget the bad?
The screams and words you can’t take back
My Muscles clenched under fabric
Prepared to strike against one unwelcomed world

There is something that remains to be said
About the delicacy of death and tragedy
The shadow of trauma and the art of the pain

Because it stays with you, in the back of your head
Raw emotion

romance