Look into the mirror
See you staring back at me
Reach out to touch the glass
Your hand raises to meet mine
At the moment of contact
Your image fades and I’m left staring at all my scars
Faced with cold reality
And unforgiving thoughts
What if.
This tightness in my chest
Is just a fake feeling
What if.
All I’ve felt in the past,
Has been the biggest façade.
It’s all blurred together.
Streams of electricity, making my heart jump. Visual stimulants making my eyes dilate. Nervous clenching making my palms sweat. Inability to breathe making my lungs constrict.
It’s an automatic response.
I see it in the movies
I’ve read it in a book.
This is how you’re
Supposed
To feel
What if I’ve never really felt it
What if it’s all just been a lie
What if
What if
What if, I wonder
As I watch your reflection fade
As I feel my emotion drain
As it grinds to a halt.
What if?














Devious Comments
Or perhaps, I've just laid out an idea for you to use for another time....hmmmmm.
Sometimes your words have me seeing my youth reflected in the computer screen. Another hmmmmm.
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I'm in my "Yellow Period" look for the spot of yellow in my work.
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but especially niow, im really trying to find myself, and i always wonder about the authenticity of these feelings, even of myself
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"i steal music from the internet"
"wip: [link]
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"And then I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil!"
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"And then I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil!"
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~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
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"i steal music from the internet"
"wip: [link]
Anyway, I will call you shortly. I only have two more minutes left for the month, so I can't call anyone for any reason unless I'm dying. <3 miss you.
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"And then I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil!"
Ok, I'll be waiting for it I guess.
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~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
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