If only I could drain every thought of you through words…
I would write a script that can cover the entire seas
I have to…
I have to drain you from my head because-
God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me…
You drained me-
You drained my emotions and my soul
And every bit of a heart that I thought could be kept in store
For the lover yet to come…
I was wrong
I’m terrified it might be too late
I think you drained the last bit of my heart
And left me here to ache…
Once they were many
Now they are few
After some of them left
All they left is two-
Two souls an inch apart
Circling the drain
With shredding hearts
Trying to find salvation
Trying to save the love
A rarity they once had
Had they known it would be that hard
For a soul to lose a part
And the heart to live in the dark
They would’ve gone back to the start
Before the love and the names on the tree bark
Before the hate and the glass shards
He looks at her, in regret
She looks at him, in pain
He tries to accept
What she couldn’t explain
They want it back
The love before the words
The love that started with eyes
The love that started with notes…
The love I hold for you
Is more than she could ever give
How unfair is this world?
I can’t give it to you
The overwhelming feeling
That we are star-crossed
But these stars, they’re at fault
Is it that hard?
Is it that hard to love me?
Then I glue myself back together
Clinging to a small hope
Trying to believe…
Perhaps I can be loved
Maybe he will love me
And I will not have to break anymore
I never did expect them to come back. I thought I buried them deep enough that I knew they would never haunt me again. I never saw them coming.
I’m talking about the emotional shit I carried with me since I was a kid. I reached an age where I decided to ignore it. Get rid of it by burying it deep enough. I put on a happy face throughout my teens. Others believed me. I believed me. I believed me for so long.
Then I grew up. I really grew up, which brings us to now. That happy face has become a reflex. I carry it wherever I go.
But, then, then the night comes, and the happy face has no place there. I thought my baggage was gone. I thought I got rid of it years ago.
And that’s when it hits me and I cry. I shed tears with the shudders of my body. I tremble from within as my emotions resurface and I feel again. I feel everything and remember everything.
I thought I buried them deep enough, but I never thought they’d find their way out. They’re breathing now while suffocating me. Their hands on my throat. They’re screaming in my face telling me to feel them. They want to be acknowledged.
I close my eyes and let them all out. I cry fifteen years of tears and ignorance.
I thought I buried them deep enough, and I did. I just forgot to close the casket.