I tried to make my intentions clear

but now I fear

I may have spoken out to soon

cause now that I want to get close to you

there's no way to explain

how my thoughts have changed

I don't know what got into me

but now I see

you in everything that I do

and the only thing I know is that this feelings new

I can't stand standing

always away from you

So darling when I take your hand

when I try to be your man

know that I am still your friend

please understand

that even after you've shredded my insides

and torn out my eyes
I will be alright

I'll move on with my life
I'll find peace, I'll be fine.
She's a killer with her silence
but it can't keep me up at night
forever, the sun must rise.

...to be continued when I find the right words to write. I guess creatively speaking it's alright to be constantly in flux emotionally. Content for writing comes easier; even if it is a little melodramatic, it still feels more meaningful than when I try to write out of boredom. So thank you world for keeping me on my toes.