I need to leave,
Get away, Get out of this house Where your words bounce around in my skull And echo... Worthless Divorce Tired I am so, so tired. I leave. I am in the streets now, Running to the beat of my own heart. I end up in a hurricane of swirling lights, Of voices that rise and fall Like waves The city is bright at night. You talk about religion. How it matters. But why do I need yours, When mine is a religion of late nights, Deafening silences, And wondering. Just wondering. You said it would be okay, This fight didn't matter. That after this fight, It would all be over. But you said that After every fight. It hurt. And it mattered. - Halcyon
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