Gamble

If it's a gamble so what? No one ever said it wouldn't be a risk.

If it's worth it or not, hell there's a lot more to it than this

False everything

False sympathy, false hope, false beliefs, false idols, false memories.

What do we conjure if not lies? 

If everything proves false, what's the underlying truth of this chaos we call life? 

Bitter pill

What are you so afraid of? 

Just open up wide and swallow the bitter pill of life 

As you're peering outside your window

You'll find the things you've been avoiding all this time

All the wasted nights you had stayed up

Trying to figure out what to do with what's left behind 

Filthy, menacing

They call you filthy,

Notorious for your vulgar talk, known for your wild walk

But to me you're beautiful, despite one hell of a twisted soul

You're in disguise, I know, I can see through the angst in your eyes

If they'd just take a closer look, they'd find compassion buried deep inside

They call you menacing,

But you're just like anyone else, alive and well

Save for differences you don't quite understand

What you are is yin and yang, both the sun and the moon

You've got the cruel world in the palm of your hands

If only you knew, you steal breaths as you enter the room

Inner beauty

"it’s all about inner beauty. you don’t know it, but you’re all fuckin’ awesome, okay? there’s not one single person that has the same set of genetics as someone else. so from this day forward, everyone should feel like one: an individual, and two: fuckin’ beautiful."

—

john o’callaghan

Trust

I just want you to know, there is such a thing as trust.

I can prove it, I'm trying to, because I've been where you are. 

And it sucks don't it? Yeah, I know, it does. 

I know how you feel, you see, I've been broken too. 

Well you fixed me up nicely and my only wish is to do the same with you. 

Don't be afraid to believe, you know I wouldn't lie to you. 

Like I said, I know how it feels, and it's not something I'd want to put you through

I miss everything

And the way you'd slur every verb and how you'd emphasize every other word you'd say. The way you'd run your fingers through you hair. The way you'd smile that awfully, beautiful, crooked smile, that still gets me to this day. I miss the sound of your voice, blowing on my neck, causing my hairs to stand on end and a shiver to course through my spine. I miss placing my lips on those soft smiling eyes and the way your lashes tickled them sometimes. I miss how when we spoke, we'd finish off each other's sentences, it still blows my mind. I miss how we meshed so well, like two pieces of the same puzzle. I miss how it felt to be in your arms, safe and warm, like I was indestructible. I miss your tender touch, when you'd lift my chin towards your face and I'd take your cheek in my hand and we stayed in that position for what seemed like days. You can't forget the rush we both felt just before our lips first met. I miss when the only sounds we would hear were your fingers drumming against my skin, and the sweet nothings you'd whisper in my ear. I miss that one night in particular where we laid in the darkness together, silent and still for the longest time, wrapped in each other, our legs intertwined. My head resting against your chest, taking in your every scent. Do you remember that? When our day to day worries evaporated into thin air as we laid together so close to the world yet so far away? I miss the day when you told me I was yours and you were mine, and how so suddenly, that very same day you had changed your mind. I miss you. Will I find another you? I'm losing hope in mankind. I just don't wanna try, and be disappointed to find no one else compares. My first shot was perfect. But that shot's gone and past. Alas, you're not coming back. Do you even remember who I am, or am I just a silly insignificant story you tell all your friends? Don't tell me I'm just another paragraph in your life, when you took up chapters in mine. 

Something

All I ever do is hope, hoping all this wishful thinking won't go to waste. 

 Hoping it will be for something that compensates for all my time spent waiting for nothing. 

A form of something worn out, a something in my heart screaming another something awful loud. 

I've seen it happen and I've seen it break like all things do. 

Unlike all things though, I can say for sure, that this on the other hand is infinite. 

The tragic truth

Whoever said tomorrow is promised was a hopeless romantic 

Here's the tragic truth: your life don't mean shit at all 

Put ourselves out on display just to feel extraordinary 

Live everyday like it's a holiday 

In reality, we're all gonna waste away 

Time's running out so we'll 

Go out of our way just to have our names written down

Gilded shells

We're never satisfied so we lie.

Caught up in a web, till our realities die. We're empty, gilded shells, hollow inside

Not only victims of the disease but culprits to the crime.

We think we know what we don't.

Half-truths told are forming a spiral, nothing short of a dangerous cycle