The title has nothing to do with this post it just randomly popped in my head. So today everything finally hit me, really without warning, and I just got really down, and it's really the only time in the last few weeks I've actually really needed someone there cause there's just so much crap going through my head I can't really handle it, my simple mind wasn't designed to handle all this stuff, but anyways it happened so I have to deal. I just finally realized that, I'm not very important to people that are very important to me anymore, but things like this happens, so, I've accepted it I just have to deal with it now, which is beginning to seem a lot harder then I originally thought because, I'm just not ready to let go and I don't think I can. Anyways. Pave these streets with open arms. It's always you we have waited on. The skin. the taste. the drug. the need. I am asking, telling, you "don't leave." Erase the lines that we have drawn. It's always you we have waited on And waitedon, and waited on and on and on and on and on. These are our words that fill these mouths. But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out. These palms and frames that we tear through. To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you. Wait. wait. wait. I don't want to see. Wait. wait. wait. I am not the person anyone would want to be. The perfeect shoes with the matching clothes It is the lie we are always told. But nothing masks the shallow touch. Like saying words that cost so much While you're an addict to the need. To find yourself a way to breathe. The sex. the purge. the vein. the look. To replace feelings that we've took. These are our words that fill these mouths. But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out. These palms and frames that we tear through. To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you. Perfection, it's perfection But never quite enough And never could disguise The drugs to make it stay The wanting in your eyes The money that you spent But you are still an accident We are more than words that fill our mouths Drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need These are our words that fill these mouths. But all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out. These palms and frames that we tear through. To cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you. Wait. wait. wait. I don't want to see. Wait. wait. wait. I am not the person anyone would want to be. Waiting here until you leave