Stuck in the Past

I gave myself a hair cut

Like the one I had with you

I gave myself a hair cut

Just like I always do

I gave myself a hair cut

Except it went horribly awry

I gave myself a hair cut

And now I want to die

Instead of looking like I used to

I look a whole lot like my mother

Instead of looking like I used to

... It's really just a bother.

I love you. Let's get to know each other.
Is this backwards?
See your girl
See me
See your girl
See me.

You have a choice
Which one will it be?

Life isnt fair.
Either you move on or you don't.

I am physically shaking with anxiety. I am wishing so hard that I will forget about everything that's bothering me, so that I can let life play out, but wishing something to go away is just causing me stress. That is stress on top of other stress: like school, and work, and being a fucking social person for once in my life.

Your sleeplessness intrigues me

What do you do in the dark

Can we have a cup of tea?

In your thoughts I will park

In the evening we will talk

and in the morning we will be

Can we go for a walk?

The more of me you will see

As you sigh and stay awake

I will lay in bed and gaze

Into you eyes I will take

My heart you will definitely faze.

Melt my soul

Smoke a fucking bowl.

Forget.

Legit.

Wakefulness/Sleeplessness

There is nothing here in the dark.

You'll find me near the edge of my bed

Turning the lights on so to ward off my self-diagnosed insomnia.

Gazing beyond the bounds of my soft cell I wonder,

Does the light travel through the crannies created by the space between us and the covers

Or, does it come from the illusion of our self-professed love?

You don't exist in the light.

However, flip the switch! You come alive!

Fall into the blackness! You come alive!

Don't close my eyes! You'll come alive!

In the light, you don't exist.