I think since I've met you I've worn down to one layer.
Enamel worn away completely.

I could swear sometimes you don't have ears.

And when I show you the same respect....

It was weird but it was right ( Read more... )

I'm not sure how I really feel about it ( Read more... )

We built this from the foundation up
and with the removal of one piece
it came crashing down.
And it hurts to have it land on you.
To watch it deteriorate in front of your eyes.
Slowly.
Piece by piece,
until there is nothing left.

Breaking my own rules.
You still hitting on my weak spots.
Unwanted attention that I some how attribute to my own actions.

This Is a land mine and I can't figure out a path without setting off these bombs.

there's a pattern.
this is a trend.

it's on the end of my tongue.
it wants release.

i'm not sure if i'm ready.
it's too late for that though.

It's a funny sensation ( Read more... )

I'm not sure how I feel.

Your scales are funny.

You always ask. I usually answer.

Yet my questions go without.

Under the covers; I can only imagine.

The warmth. And your sincerity.

Or is it that?

Broken.

Mendable?

Unknown.

Waves crashing against the rocks. We sit higher up.

Brightness. Blinding us of the very beauty that we're in search of.

Actions. Intentions. Beneficial to who?

Clarity. Out of reach.

End.?.

I hate when our eyes meet.

it means something to me even if it's meaningless.