It’s funny how we used to talk ’til our phones would be under the sheets But now it’s nothing more than a greet. Our eyes hardly even meet. ————————– Photo from berlin-artparasites
Sometimes I wonder why some people grew up with perfect flaws you’d understand why they’re a certain way– because of loss. But how about those who are already stitched with imperfection; the ones who fail to make deep connections. What’s their excuse? Photo from berlin-artparasites
I’m a million miles away from the past I sigh and look back, then replay the days when I felt like I couldn’t last. I tell myself that I should be relieved but instead, I just can’t believe how much I’ve lost… and right now, I’m paying the cost.
Some days I just can’t help but think about what we had It’s an understatement if I say that it makes me sad Short mornings and long nights My heart recounting every choice and asking itself “Who was wrong and who was right?” ——————- Photo from berlin-artparasites
Maybe in another life we strived. All we can do now is pretend and hide Set the past we had together aside. ——————- Photo from berlin-artparasites
Don’t you miss being a kid You never lied or hid how you felt inside, never filtered what you said or did You always thought outside of the box; there was no lid Photo from Artidote
This anxious feeling My vulnerability showing My heart pounding not beating The things I am seeing It is slowly killing ————— Photo from berlin-artparasites