ramblerambleonandon

I CANT STOP WRITING.




thingy #1:





this is where it all begins,
in this place where i can never win
drowning helplessly in these forbidden thoughts,
trapped in a place of constant loss.
tell this story to other helpless ones
of my learnings in front of love's loaded guns
and while they listen, watch their eyes
they'll fill with angst from those dead autumn nights.
remember the way i looked at you
and the way it felt to watch the water move.
feel a pain while exploring this heart,
replaying the day we fell apart.
i can still touch you,
but feel the same.
i can still look at you,
and still not know what to say.
but this is where it starts
to end,
where i'll learn to not follow
an awful trend.