I just can not believe that I can't look you in the face like I was able to do for hours at a time.

Faded, hungover and not a fuck to give

I've lost all count of the amount of lies I spill through my slurred words. There's nothing that I pray for more than to divide our lives just so I don't intertwine anymore webs in this spill full attempt at a beautiful life. And that's been my problem exactly.

I wanna filter my life with your purity, your knowledge. I find that, quite beautiful.

But you've become second nature. I am so custom to you like water at 3am, the smell of fresh hair, like my blood shot eyes reflecting through my bathroom mirror.

I suppose it's irony that gravity has become our analogy.

I felt completely sick to my stomach that I managed to function in that shape and form. But I managed not to break apart in that shape and form. Nothing would've been worse than facing this bull shit of a reality thats been established. I feel disgusted.

The Script - Breakeven (Boyce Avenue acoustic cover)

They say bad things happen for a reason. Guess i've been praying to the wrong God for the past ten million seasons. I sell you off to the world.

Down Low.

I really try to sit here and explain what my heart tells every part of my body everyday. How Love can be so magnificent, how truly beautiful it is to be that empowered. That another human being can love you endlessly and invest their lives into another soul. I find it breathtaking every time I've had the blessing to love somebody so purely. It fascinates the shit out of my organism. It's a feeling that I wouldn't trade for the world. I'd sell my soul in a minute, bleed myself dry to sustain it. How can heartache not hurt after loving so profoundly? How can we even move on? how does time heal that sorta pain? I don't understand how you can digest a love lost after you've encountered it. It just doesn't make any sense to me at all. Not in my world at least. Not within this body and soul. Maybe I really don't understand what it is to "let go" ..