Why cant we all get along?

How did our clothes end up all on the floor?
Didn’t we just break each other’s hearts?

Why do we do that? Look for heaven in the same people who put us through hell?

i find myself obsessing over how we will end. what words will you say to me? will you look me in my eyes? will you avoid my questioning gaze? maybe you’ll utter the words softly. a gentle caress to soften the coming blows. or maybe you’ll scream at me. slam doors.

it’s my guilty pleasure. to lie in bed and trace the curves of your body while fantasizing about the different ways you’ll break my heart.

You can’t make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it’s no longer a mistake. It’s a choice.

I know better than my heart does
That you were lying when you said,
We could make this work
Hope is a powerful thing
But it is not almighty
And you were not always righteous
in the mistakes you chose to make

If we open up this chasm,
Let the infection that swells between us leak out
Into the highways and synapses that separate us now
Maybe we would still stand a chance
But there is still an ocean between us
And the messages I slip into bottles for you, always end up in the wrong hands

In dreams, I see the back of your head disappearing into thick crowds
And there is always that question lingering in the back of my throat when I wake up:
“Will I ever see you again?”

The question is still unanswered
But I followed you around for long enough to know
That you are much too proud
To come back to the things you turned your back on before