Yesterday was your birthday
I could not muster up the courage
To pick up my phone
And search for your name
A part of me wanted to believe
That it was because I was strong enough
To not need you in my life
But I knew better
I didn't pick up the phone
Because I knew if I did
I'd be roped into a world
I had fought so hard to crawl out of
And I know that that was my decision
And I'm happy I made it
But I can't stop the sadness bubbling inside me
Hi, my name's Jared and I'm a melancholic...
The sun has dunked below the horizon
Taking whatever light left with it
For a second I contemplate packing my things
And traveling towards the light
West
West
West is where I need to be
Cause here, in the ringing darkness
I cannot find a single reason to be awake
Yet here I am, phone in hand
Staring at your name
Message, Call, Mute
Delete
Praying that I hear a ping
Before I too go west
I could feel the soft light of the sun
Edging it's way into my room
It moved on, so can I...
Hi, my name's Jared and I'm a melancholic
I'm struggling to sleep
And I think it's because I stopped counting sheep
I live my life day to day
But I'm ready to travel west
I'm ready to let go of you, Ray.
*Delete*
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Poetica
PoetryLove is an evil mistress, softening even the roughest of hearts. Heed my warning: if you fall for her charms, you will forever be enveloped by her ever-growing lust for blood. Poetica is a collection of deep, dark and heart-felt poetry, focusing on...
