xreiderx

it's kind of hard to think about the words to say when you don't really have them. you kind of go on impulse. you have the insatiable hunger to get some point across but you never really know how. it's that feeling of deep anguish. it's like frustration meets that feeling of forgetting to turn off the stove when you are 45 minutes from home.

you write and delete. you write and delete. nothing ever seems to be just right. it never seemed to matter as much as it does now. this feeling makes you desperate. makes you believe that this it. that your next move is forever. you are playing for keeps. there are no more take backs. there are no more "i am sorry's."

a gaping hole is what fills your chest. a vacant heart beat resonates. you had a grip at one point. you thought you let go. but you never really did. you never lost sight of what matters. you just got distracted. caught up in a moment. making promises you intended on keeping but couldn't. running with your tail between your legs. it's nothing but a war. love and hate.

walking the battlefield. as bullets fly by your head you still fight for a purpose. a reason. there will always be someone to keep you breathing. someone to keep your heart beating. someone to come home to instead of a just yellow taxi. someone you write letters to. to admit that you are scared. that you are alone. that you miss them. that you love them.

because before know it - it's all over. but through thick and thin you never forget why you are fighting and who you are fighting for.