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i think i'll just watch
for a while
sometimes i hold on too tight
to your jacket and you can't seem to understand why
(“i'll never hold him again. i don't know what to do. i don't know where to go”)
sometimes i can't stop
yelling the same things over and over
("please don't follow me. i'm sorry, sorry, sorry")
sometimes just a picture of your face
in my head
is enough to have me emptying my stomach
("i'll be there. i'll protect you. i don't know where i'm going. i just can't be here anymore.")
sometimes when we lie down next to eachother
i can't help but to whisper
why, why do you even waste your time
you just stare
a bewildered silence
who are you? who is this lying across from me, i've never seen this girl before
sometimes i think the same thing when i look in the mirror
("her life will be so much better without me, i love you. i love you")
sometimes i realize that the world is so unfair
sometimes i think of the way my innocence had set fire
i watched it burn
now there is a charred emptiness inside of me
reminding me
("i did not cry")
sometimes i lie on the floor and i can't move
from that spot
sometimes someone will find me there and
be unsure
whether i am even still alive
just an empty beating heart that means nothing
absolutely nothing
("i'm tough and i can take anything. but i can't take this")
("it didn't matter that people loved him; he simply didn't love himself enough")
everything in parenthesis is from heavier than heaven the kurt cobain biography
sometimes i hold on too tight
to your jacket and you can't seem to understand why
(“i'll never hold him again. i don't know what to do. i don't know where to go”)
sometimes i can't stop
yelling the same things over and over
("please don't follow me. i'm sorry, sorry, sorry")
sometimes just a picture of your face
in my head
is enough to have me emptying my stomach
("i'll be there. i'll protect you. i don't know where i'm going. i just can't be here anymore.")
sometimes when we lie down next to eachother
i can't help but to whisper
why, why do you even waste your time
you just stare
a bewildered silence
who are you? who is this lying across from me, i've never seen this girl before
sometimes i think the same thing when i look in the mirror
("her life will be so much better without me, i love you. i love you")
sometimes i realize that the world is so unfair
sometimes i think of the way my innocence had set fire
i watched it burn
now there is a charred emptiness inside of me
reminding me
("i did not cry")
sometimes i lie on the floor and i can't move
from that spot
sometimes someone will find me there and
be unsure
whether i am even still alive
just an empty beating heart that means nothing
absolutely nothing
("i'm tough and i can take anything. but i can't take this")
("it didn't matter that people loved him; he simply didn't love himself enough")
everything in parenthesis is from heavier than heaven the kurt cobain biography
you are a child
(today your mom packed you a lunch.)
(today your dad kissed you on top of your head.)
you are wondering if he is hearing how fast your heart beat is right at this moment, can he hear it? can your mom hear it?
(because you can feel your heart in your elbows, it's pounding so hard, you can feel it all the way to your toes)
you are a child and why is this happening?
(today your mom said she loved you.)
(today your dad rubbed his calloused palm on your cheek before he left for work.)
(did you have cereal for breakfast? or did your mom make pancakes? why can't you remember, you really want—need—to remember something else)
other than the things you are hearing
(has screaming ever been so loud)
(have you ever seen such terror)
you know no one has ever seen such fear
(but you have, you have)
there are tears on your cheeks
like rain
there are tears on your cheeks now
(you are sorry for your mom)
(you are sorry for your dad)
(you are so sorry)
you are a child
and then you were gone
this shooting makes me sick to my stomach i don't even know what to say about it i just needed to write
(today your mom packed you a lunch.)
(today your dad kissed you on top of your head.)
you are wondering if he is hearing how fast your heart beat is right at this moment, can he hear it? can your mom hear it?
(because you can feel your heart in your elbows, it's pounding so hard, you can feel it all the way to your toes)
you are a child and why is this happening?
(today your mom said she loved you.)
(today your dad rubbed his calloused palm on your cheek before he left for work.)
(did you have cereal for breakfast? or did your mom make pancakes? why can't you remember, you really want—need—to remember something else)
other than the things you are hearing
(has screaming ever been so loud)
(have you ever seen such terror)
you know no one has ever seen such fear
(but you have, you have)
there are tears on your cheeks
like rain
there are tears on your cheeks now
(you are sorry for your mom)
(you are sorry for your dad)
(you are so sorry)
you are a child
and then you were gone
this shooting makes me sick to my stomach i don't even know what to say about it i just needed to write
MANY
TIMES I'VE READ ABOUT STARS
how they exploded so many years ago and
the chemicals followed
(carbon, oxygen)
it never was poetic to me
until i read that we carry all those elements in us,
thus we carry exploded stars in us
all of us will carry a peice of a star that exploded
forever; as long as we live,
and still, EVEN AFTER WE'RE GONE
how they exploded so many years ago and
the chemicals followed
(carbon, oxygen)
it never was poetic to me
until i read that we carry all those elements in us,
thus we carry exploded stars in us
all of us will carry a peice of a star that exploded
forever; as long as we live,
and still, EVEN AFTER WE'RE GONE
i wanted so
much when i was younger, i wanted to feel
someone's breath on my cheek as i slept (someone who meant the most,
meant everything) i wanted to know
how it
felt to curl into someone's chest
maybe even have their hand brush over the back of your head (so softly that you can't even feel it—the gesture is enough, the gesture shows that they needed it for comfort, they needed to feel you there—that, i think, that is enough) i wanted so much passionate things, fights and tears and kisses and a hug that you can feel so tight it feels like your bones are creaking. i wanted so much i even wanted the pain there too (just so i knew—knew that it had once been good, once been real)
it is so real sometimes i feel it again even after all this time, that breathless feeling of not again, not this feeling, make it stop— (did you get everything you asked for?) (maybe. maybe i didn't know what i was asking for) (yeah—yeah, i don't think you did) i wanted so much and i got more than i needed (more than i wanted) my insides are a bit hollow from all the things i got (my eyes are a bit too dry these days,
from all the tears i've cried)
for you, for myself (as selfish as it is,
they were mostly just for me)
maybe even have their hand brush over the back of your head (so softly that you can't even feel it—the gesture is enough, the gesture shows that they needed it for comfort, they needed to feel you there—that, i think, that is enough) i wanted so much passionate things, fights and tears and kisses and a hug that you can feel so tight it feels like your bones are creaking. i wanted so much i even wanted the pain there too (just so i knew—knew that it had once been good, once been real)
it is so real sometimes i feel it again even after all this time, that breathless feeling of not again, not this feeling, make it stop— (did you get everything you asked for?) (maybe. maybe i didn't know what i was asking for) (yeah—yeah, i don't think you did) i wanted so much and i got more than i needed (more than i wanted) my insides are a bit hollow from all the things i got (my eyes are a bit too dry these days,
from all the tears i've cried)
for you, for myself (as selfish as it is,
they were mostly just for me)