sailor

Drowning in the sea

As I see how far you have gotten

I watch you sail into the sunset

You may come across another storm

But for now you are safe and warm

You may have a few scratches and leaks

But my god do you look beautiful

As you rock side to side

Stably over the waves

Stably

Taylor

Drowning in the sea is a metaphor for crying so much as I see a dear friend be in a better condition and place in their life. The strength they must have had amazes me, and moves me. Heres to you, and everyone else that overcomes their life difficulties. There will always be another storm, but you did well sailing through this one 🙂 xx

Eating

Why have I still not eaten breakfast at a time where some people would be having lunch?

Why do I eat all day when Im stressed or away?

Why do I love eating but also love hunger?

Taylor

Spark

I don’t want love

I just want to feel and see sparks

Like a faulty cable

Sparks flying between out lips and teeth

And intertwined tongues

I know I’ll end up getting electrocuted or burnt

But for now I will enjoy the fireworks

And the bonfire will come later

I want to have my heart forget its rhythm

Legs not know how to walk without wobbling

Stomach bubbling and fluttering

I will enjoy the blood rushing to my cheeks

I don’t give a fuck about the consequences

Light the firework

Plug in the cord

Let the sky be lit up

In lust

Not love

Taylor

The crashing wall

Lies are heavy, they get to a point where they will bring things crashing down.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry I didn’t ever breakdown in front of you

I didn’t show you my scars

I didn’t give you any hint of my state

But I still expected you to be there and understand

And I’m sorry for pushing you away by saying I was fine

I built a beautiful wall, but I decorated it out of lies

And you built your wall, and we called it our home

But as I said, lies are heavy

And there were so many decorations my wall could take before it fell

And it did

And you were not expecting it

Because what you thought were new pieces of art

Were just scribbled drawings to place over the scars

And I didn’t change the paint because I wanted to

I did it to cover up the cracks

But I slowly gave up

I was tired of covering my tracks

The scratched down the walls aways came back

And the paint started to peel

Showing the bricks underneath

rotting and dark

You weren’t prepared for the destruction

Of a years worth building and decorating this home

But I never built my wall

I only built the one I though you wanted to own

And I was tired of spending my effort and time fixing what was mine

I was tired of a house built out of lies

So I broke it down

And I’m sorry for the rubble and I’m sorry for the pain

But is it a home… if it drives you insane?

Taylor

A relationship can become a second home as you grow around eachother, but sometimes they don’t workout, for whatever reason. And there were always little doubts that people pushed away, and they build up and up until it becomes a facade. And you must come to terms with the truth, that love comes and love goes, and it teaches you so much but don’t force it and try to make it last forever.