We fall in love, and we fall apart.

control me.
I'm easy to control.
keep my leash short.
because you know I won't do anything.
I can't do anything about it.
my words are vain.
too vain to say.
so they'll never be heard.
trapped on the tip of my tounge.
my lips are a door.
not willing to open.
not willing to let them go.
I know what they can do,
these words.
and the outcome is terrifying.
terrifying and unfair.
the leash around my neck will keep me in your reach.
but don't tug it too hard.
my neck will break before it bends.
I'll break before I bend.

This blog is useless, I'm talking to myself.

Are you getting sick yet?
sick and tired yet?
of how you're living.
how you're acting.
the way you feel.
are you sick of it?
I am.
I'm fucking sick of this.
I'm sick.
I wish you were still the good kid you told yourself,
you'd always be.
That good kid.
I wish I could be.