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Just breathe. Just breathe. Just Breathe. The pressure will crack and shatter if you just keep breathing. Life will eventually get easier if you keep your heart beating. Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe.
The girl walks like she’s on crack, all bouncy and full of sunshine. I find myself both envious and mesmerized by it—by her.
And for a fleeting, life-changing moment, I’m kind of glad I didn’t take those pills this morning.
Such a sad boy. With sad eyes. And a sad heart. Sad everything. Too sad. I need to make him happy. Somehow. “I’ll make you smile a lot in the future,” I promise him after the silence finally gets to me. “You just wait and see. I will drive you so damn crazy, to the brink of insanity, where all you can do is smile. My form of torture will be lots and lots of jokes that will be so hilarious they’ll make you pee your pants.”
Let me sing you to sleep. Kiss your pain away. Take your next breath for you. And keep it as my own forever.
It’s just a simple touch. A lyrical brush of fingers. Nothing that can hurt you. Anymore.
You make me dizzy. You make me ache. You make me burn, burn, burn. Your touch is toxic. Poison. Yet I’ll never learn, learn, learn.
“That’s because there’s too many opportunities roaming around in the world. It’s hard to focus on just one.”
“Strip me bare, peel me apart, layer by layer, steal my heart,”
“He’s not the guy who’s going to change your soul, Lyric. Or make you write any better. He’s not the life experience you’re searching for.”
“Am I telling anyone else? No, I’m just reminding you what you told me—that this isn’t what you want. You’re saving your first kiss for a guy that will make you be able to pour your soul out onto paper, give you something to write about. And I don’t believe that that’s going to be William Stephington.”
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“Don’t do that—change your dreams over some guy or belief based on other people. That’s not the Lyric I know and love. Besides, you hardly even know the guy. You’re way too trusting sometimes.”
Love. The word souls burn for. People die for. Live for. Breathe for. But for me, it’s simply poetry, lyrics, an emotion I’ll never understand. Can’t.
In the silence of my soul, there is a breathless ache desperately seeking air. Like I’m dead, yet alive. Breathing yet suffocating. Then I felt your lips. The softest touch kissed my mouth, and my soul sang to life. For the very first time you showed me a taste of life.
Kiss me goodnight. Throw me away. Hug me tight. Then let me fray. Pieces of you. Unraveling me. Weakening, so desperate to be free. Ready to break. Ready to tear. I can see you breaking, and it’s so hard to bear.
“I just want him to be happy.” So do I. More than I want my own happiness.
