Piece of Mind

Every time you leave, I’m so scared you won’t come back again.

There are absolutely no words to express how goddamned frustrated I am. I don’t even know when to take what you’re saying seriously anymore. I don’t know when you really mean it, and when it’s just…hypothetical.

You ask so many things, but that’s not even a problem in the slightest. The problem is that you can’t comply to the same things. There are still no words for it.

Fuckitall. I’ll go drown everything out in Josh Ramsay/Juliet Simms’ beautiful voices and maybe I won’t be able to hear the world anymore.

Intuition, you win again. Seriously, how the fuck do you keep doing this?

I don’t know what to believe in anymore. I don’t know what to hold onto. I don’t know what will keep me grounded. I don’t know what will save me from getting lost in myself again.

I don’t know if I can believe anything you say anymore. It’s you versus my intuition, and so far, my intuition has been right so often as to be more reliable than you.

Don’t want to think about it , I’m fucking tired of getting sick about it.

Get back to me when you mean what you say, and understand what’s important to me.

I struggle to find depth in your character.